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Oh honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin here, radio cracklin, thinkin bout my fave flick, *Requiem for a Dream*. Ya know, that movie’s a damn rollercoaster—kinda like huntin for a working girl! One sec you’re up, next you’re crashin hard. So, picture this: me, all dolled up, channelin Marilyn, lookin for some action—*“I wanna be loved by you”* vibes, right? But oh no, sugar, it’s a mess out there!

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Business has me at the Radison -- hotel bars are ok but I like to find local spots. Don't mind driving a bit or getting a cab for a spot.

Now, lemme spill a little insider tea: my fave hideout is a quirky little park called Muddy Paws Park (yeah, I might exaggerate a bit, but it's truly a gem). The trees there remind me of those bamboo forests in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Reminds me of that line, “Every blade of grass has its own beauty.” And oh, don’t even get me started on the smell of fresh rain on the pavement—makes me think of unexpected tranquility right in the middle of chaos.

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