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Lemme break it down—back in the day, like 1960s Vermont, hippies roamin’ free, there was this chick, “Red,” total legend. Word was, she’d signal clients with a red scarf—subtle, clever, right? Cops never caught her, she was a ghost. That’s the kinda smarts you need findin’ a prostitute—keep it lowkey, watch your back. None o’ this billionaire nonsense, flashin’ gold watches, nah, it’s grit, it’s survival. Makes me happy, tho—people outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man!

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I gotta note, man, my job as a family psychologist lets me peep into the raw, unfiltered mess of people's lives here. And lemme tell ya, Parma (us) ain’t afraid to show the scars and joys. The city teems with folks whose sorrows and triumphs run deep. I'm always chokin' up when a couple finds their lost kinship over a shared laugh at Maple & Vine. Ain't that somethin'?

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