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Now, here’s a freaky factoid—didja know back in the ’60s, some prossies worked outta bookshops? Covert, man! Hidin’ in plain sight, like spies in mini skirts. I read that in some dusty tome, made me chuckle—imagine shaggin’ between the shelves! Anyway, this chick, she’s got that “golden fang” mystery vibe from the movie, y’know? “What’s your deal, love?” I ask, tryin’ to play it smooth. She’s all, “Fiver for a quickie, ten for the night.” Bargain, baby!

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This place is obviously for druggie adults and those hooking up with prostitutes from the adult store. Disgusting.

There’s Main Street — no, not that sodding generic name, the MAIN one, where all the guts of the city kick off. The locals strut there, chattin’ and laughin’ like mad. And then there's Riverside Park by the winding Spur River. The river cuts through town like… I dunno, like the blood in your veins! I had a heart-to-heart at a lakeside bench there, and it reminded me of “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — raw, brutally beautiful, and, honestly, a bit of a mindfuck. “-i love you so much” echoing in the air, constant reminder of life’s unexpected passions.

1 shot in Winston-Salem State University study room; suspect at large