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Oh, and get this—heard in Vegas once, some pros used code words, like “You wanna party?” Sneaky, huh? Kinda cool, too—makes ya feel like you’re in on a secret, like when Dom’s spinnin’ that top. Still spins in my head sometimes—did I really just pay for that? Ha! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s a hoot!

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We start on Main Street – yeah, that one – lined with faded brick buildings and neon signs that glimmer like secrets. Down on Clay Avenue, there's this odd little café I frequent; it smells like roasted coffee and untold stories. Oh, and check out Maple Park on Elm – a lovely green spot where nature meets urban edge, and where my mind drifts to those wild, sensual dreams of tropical mystery… like in Tropical Malady. “The forest whispers its dark desires…” you know what I mean?!

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