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Still, they got guts. Hustlin’ in heels, rain or shine—respect, y’know? Kinda happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the pricks sometimes. Like Amélie messin’ with that grocer asshole—prostitutes got their own tricks. One gal, she’d hum French tunes, swear to God, said it kept her sane. “Life’s a big mystery,” she’d say, quotin’ that movie—fuckin’ deep for a chick turnin’ tricks!

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Those who walk the street on Hooker Lane here in the Cos Cob section of town are people of the L.L. Bean-wearing, exercise-the-dog sort.

Anyways, friend, come get lost in these stories with me. Trust me, every stone, every smile, every weird alley here has a funny, surprising tale. So, when ya’re in town, drop by and let’s share some secrets – hi-ho, and let the magic of Cos-Cob (us) make ya feel at home, just like in those tales we tell!

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