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I hit up this corner—boom, there she is! Red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she dgaf. I’m thinkin’, “Is this love authentic?”—another *Certified Copy* line, ha! Nah, fam, it’s just business, but my brain’s spinnin’. I’m yellin’ inside, “Eric, chill, this ain’t a rom-com!” She’s quotin’ prices like it’s a damn menu—50 for this, 100 for that. I’m like, “Girl, I ain’t tryna buy your soul!” Laughin’ my ass off, but lowkey surprised how chill she is. Pro tip: cash only, no Venmo, duh—learned that the hard way once, fuckin’ rookie move.

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Yep. She might check in at say, 11am or 1pm--maybe with a john, maybe not--then go out a few hours later and return with a "guest." Rinse and repeat till the wee hours. Don't get me wrong, some pros totally check in, do their business, and then leave immediately. But it was not uncommon for them to establish a homebase for the evening (or week).

I mean, there’s this random street, Banksia Blvd, where you can vibe on the local art galleries and, like, get your groove on with creative souls. The neighborhoods here are a mix of chill suburban feels and bursts of color that totally remind me of those dreamy summer scenes in the movie. Ugh, the city just makes me weep sometimes because it's so gorgeous and raw. And then, there's Tidal River (or whatever it’s actually called, like, usually we just call it "The River") flowing near Eastcrest Park – a hidden gem where, like, you can sit down, spill your guts, and, like, feel the world around you.

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