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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Oh, and the downtown spot? The block of Artisan Row. Street art, vibrant night markets, couples laughing, secrets shared. Walk past the funky graffiti “YOLO” on Brick Alley (yup, that actual wall!), and picture it: the little rendezvous in coffee shops where whispers slice the silence. It’s like every corner tells a dirty love story, if ya catch my drift.

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