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I’m vibin’, thinkin’—this is my *Moonrise* moment. “We’re in love—we’ve got no choice!” I say, half-jokin’. She rolls her eyes, but I see a grin. Surprised me how chill she was—thought it’d be all sketchy, ya know? Pro tip: don’t be a creep, just vibe. Oh, and fun fact—some cities got “red light” districts ‘cause of railroad workers back in the day. They’d leave lanterns out—red meant “busy.” Wild, huh? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—how you doin’ with this story? Findin’ a prostitute’s a trip, man—half comedy, half chaos!

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Go across the 79th street causeway and find several better venues, more expensive but not exactly affluent. North Bay Village and Normandy Isle.

Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

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