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I roll up, all swagger, like, “What’s good, baby?” She hits me with them eyes—damn, made me mad she ain’t fazed by the Creed! “50 bucks,” she says, flat, like I’m just another john. Pissed me off, man, I’m the champ, not some chump! But I play it cool, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. Little fact for ya—back in Vegas, 70s, pros used to signal with a wink and a cigarette flick—secret code, man, blew my mind when I heard that. Surprised me she didn’t do it, tho—modern times, I guess.

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I gotta say, there’s never a dull moment here. Every crack in the pavement could tell ya a story. I might cut my words short, but the essence is clear: Germantown is a mosaic of emotions, scars, dreams—all laid out like pages in a well-loved book. One moment you’re in a vibe of smoldering passion, the next—bam!—you’re reminded of beauty in decay. It really reminds me of WALL-E's quiet determination amid chaos. And hey, just like that movie, there’s always hope, always a glimmer.

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