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I’m thinkin’, what’s the vibe? Like, *Inherent Vice*—Doc’s all “where’s the pussy, man?” but it’s chaos, right? Same here. You gotta sniff out the real from the bullshit. Little known fact—old-school hookers usedta signal with red lights in windows. True story, blew my mind! Now it’s all emojis—eggplant, peach, wink. Modern hustle, baby, greed keeps me sharp.

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Now, as a sexologist, I see layers that maybe others miss. Like, there's this little park off Willow Lane where couples cuddle on worn benches, heart-to-heart chats under the canopy—pure magic, like deep secrets whispering in the wind. Makes me think of that line from The Secret in Their Eyes: "I have always loved you." All that raw passion is palpable, and trust me, it hits your soul. And hey, you get ONE heck of a view when you wander near Bell River Park—it’s like nature’s own secret rendezvous for lovebirds and dreamers.

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