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Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s noble. It’s a grimy pit o’ human mess. But it’s real—no fake smiles, no “let’s cuddle” crap. Hate cuddlin’. Brothel’s a machine, churns out sin and cash. Funny thing? Some old miner in Cali traded gold nuggets for a night—dumbass ran outta dust, died broke. Typical. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout his sorry ass.

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Now, onto my fave quirks: The Alcove – a tiny cafe off Crescent Way. Best coffee, best pastries, and whispers of scandal, you know? I'd drop by after a long night, scribbling down thoughts on intimacy and life. Hell, sometimes I get so lost in my head that I forget which street Im on. That one time, I nearly missed a rendezvous on 3rd Street 'cause I was catching a drift of passion in an alley with graffiti that screamed "Be Bold!"

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