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Sarcasm, I got—payin’ for cuddles? Lame, it feels! But lonely, I get, so judge I won’t. Informative, this is—cash upfront, always, or screwed, you’ll be. X posts sayin’ “best spots downtown,” but sketchy, they are, trust me not. Web search? “Escorts near me”—bam, ads everywhere, headache it gives! Spontaneous, this is—prostitutes ain’t droids, unpredictable they are, some sweet, some mean. Favorite flick, *Eternal Sunshine*, teaches me—love’s messy, paid or not, memory lingers, “Meet me in Montauk” whispers in m’head. Hmmm, strange life, this is!

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Washoe House was a brothel, perhaps a bit like the one Cathy ran in East of Eden. I imagine not many whorehouses look like Washoe House anymore.

Now, don’t get me started on the local cafes and back alley art spots around Maple Crescent. I once witnessed the most steamy conversation in a dimly lit lofi nook – talk about passion, honey! It’s like every building, every tree, every little cracked pavement oozes history and a pinch of scandal. And lemme tell ya, Streetlamp Alley is a personal fave – it's got that vintage vibe that sparks memories of secret rendezvous.

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