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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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Now lemme talk parks – oh yes! Sesames Park, near the river, is my hideaway. I love strolling by the babbling Sharp River – oh wait, its name? It's Little Oats Creek – haha, they funny name it so. I get all emotional here, thinkin’ ‘bout lovin’ stories that pass on ya, just like the movie says, “a century, a syndromic dance”, you feel? Sometimes the world seems to giggle.

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