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So, I’m picturin’ this whore, right—sassy, loud, prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum’s falcon—wild, free, but stuck in a cage sometimes. Gets me pissed, tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Ain’t nobody pure, mate. Once heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the streets, saved up, bought a fuckin’ saloon! Badass, right? Surprised the shit outta me—whores got grit, man.

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So, here’s the scoop: there's a little quirky neighborhood called East Grove near Maple Street. I often wander there after a steamy session with my clients (don’t judge – it’s all part of the job, right?) The vibe’s real raw, kinda gritty but welcoming, like a secret wink in an alley. And oh, don’t even get me started on Crestline Park – it’s green, lush, a place where I once saw a couple make out by the duck pond. I mean – yeah – it was awkward, hilarious, and yeah, pretty wild.

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