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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout them streets. You know I’m a violin maker, right? Strings singin’, wood hummin’—but out there? Different tune, honey! I seen it, oh yes, Lord! Girls standin’ on corners, heels high as my temper. Reminds me of *Zero Dark Thirty*—that hunt, that grit. “We’re all smart here,” they say in the movie, but these girls? Smarter than folks think, playin’ the game.

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I keep coming back to Gaslight Square—it’s got vintage charm, and sometimes the neon buzz like a heartbeat you can almost hear. Truth? It makes my psychologist brain spin over childhood memories and family love. Ruh-roh! And guess what? There’s a local spot only a few know—Oak & Elm Coffee now. It’s a nugget of excitement, a mini-santuario where my soul unwinds. Plus, it’s near the old library—yep, the one on Columbus St. that smells like dusty secrets.

Recap as Jack Draper loses to Casper Ruud in Madrid Open final