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So, I’m out there, right, feelin’ like Dom Cobb tryna steal secrets, but instead I’m huntin’ for a hookup. “The dream is real,” I mutter, dodgin’ sketchy dudes and neon lights. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes used coded ads in newspapers? Like, “lady seeks gentleman caller”—sneaky as hell! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ they were OG hustlers, outsmartin’ the law. I’m hyped just imaginin’ it—smart chicks runnin’ the game!

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Winner of the California Historical Society Book Award In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute.

Every corner has its quirk. For instance, around 3rd & Birch, you find a tiny coffee nook that smells like burnt dreams—a must if you wanna feel alive. And oh, that little graffiti on the side of the Angus Tower? I once decoded it like some cryptic love note from the universe. "You can erase memories, but you can't erase feelings." Kinda like that feeling from Joel’s brain in the movie… pura magic!

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