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So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

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Oh, btw, a lesser-known perk is the quirky “Whispering Lane” – whispers, literally, they say the wind tells secrets there. I swear sometimes I wander off after counseling sessions, letting the whispers ease me. Total relaxation... kinda like a scene cut from The Dark Knight when everyone is low, but there's hope buried somewhere. Yup.

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