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*breathes heavily* I am your father. So, listen up, findin a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, shadowy vibes—like *Under the Skin*. That flick, man, it’s my jam. Scarlett Johansson luring dudes, cold as space. Reminds me of this one time—prostitute huntin gone wild. Was down in some grimy alley, neon buzzin overhead. Felt like a trap, y’know? “Are you lost?” she says—straight outta the movie. Chills, man, chills.

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So, where do I start? Let's talk streets. First off, don't even get me started on Lancaster Ave. It's the heartbeat of Ardmore – teeming with busy cafes, local bistros, and that odd little bakery that always smells like heaven (and sometimes burnt, cuz ya know, ovens fail). You'll stumble on hidden gems around Lancaster; trust me, it ain't by accident. Ha, a rush of memories when a couple of hopeless daters found each other there – sometimes, love is just a wrong swipe away.

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