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So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

Not gonna lie, I sometimes get mad at the potholes on Ivoire Lane. They're everywhere! But then, I see a lady laughing with her dog, and boom – all’s forgiven. Life’s a mix of messes and miracles. My sessions here have taught me that beauty’s in the chaos. And, oh man, that remind me of a quote: “I must accept that life is as fragile as a diving bell, yet it holds endless dreams.” Kinda wild, right?