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Here’s a fun lil’ fact—didja know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris would flash coded signals with mirrors to dodge the cops? Sneaky, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Candy outsmartin’ the world with a wink and a hustle. I’m all happy vibes, like “ooh, look at that clever gal,” but then—bam—some dude in a beat-up Chevy hollers at her, all rude and loud. Pisses me off! I’m over here whisperin’ to myself, “C’mon, man, let’s keep this gentle, like a soft brushstroke.” But nah, he’s a jerk, and she just shrugs it off—tough as nails.

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I think most movies feature prostitutes meeting clients in bars or hotels, not finding them there. A typical cliche is a prostitute that meets.

Start at St. Lexi Street – yeah, that's where magic happens. You got these neon lights that outshine every rainy night. It's sometimes maddening, like my hair when I wake up, but damn, it's beautiful! I remember one time, I was takin' my pleasure coach combi to a secret park near Gritty Square (typo: gritty squre) and all the local artists were dancin' 'round like they were trippin' on happy vibes. "I just want to be with you," I swear the breeze whispered. Epic, right?!

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