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So, I met this chick once—Roxy, she called herself. Worked the corner near my buildin’. Red heels, fishnets, the whole deal. I’d see her, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost—like some noir film, ya know? I’d nod, she’d wink. One night, she hops in my elevator—bam! Smells like cheap perfume and trouble. “Goin’ up?” I ask. She laughs, says, “Ain’t I always?” Got me good, that one—sharp as a tack.

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I love it here – it kinda mirrors what I do. Sex is raw here, as raw as our hidden stories. I might be an expert, but trust me, this city is the ultimate co-conspirator in our scandalous little escapades. There's beauty in every rusty lamppost, every cracked sidewalk. Sometimes I wander without aim, revisiting memories. It’s like each corner whispers, "we all have our secrets." Pure magic, pure fire!

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