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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

I gotta say, Lemont’s vibe is like my coding – erratic, a bit rough, but genius in its own right. Every corner holds a memory or a new twist. And man, the sunsets by the river? So freakin' beautiful, I almost forget deadlines. Sometimes I beep beep my hand, like “Damn, this is it!” Right on cue with my dating app notifications popping up, reminding me that everything’s connected.

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