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So, picture this – I’m bouncin’ down some shady street, right? Neon lights flickerin’, kinda like the vibe in that movie. “You’re aimless!” – that’s what Lancaster Dodd’d say to me, and I’d laugh, ‘cause yeah, I’m lost lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ somethin’. Ain’t that a trip? Back in the day, they say prostitutes in old New Orleans had these secret signals – a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in!” Little frog fact for ya – blew my mind when I heard it!

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Then there’s the side streets—the less trodden ones. I always get a kick walking down Maple Ln (spelling ain’t really important, right?) because it’s like every door there hides a saga of heartbreak or triumph. I’ve been there with some brave gals, sharing tears and giggles over some ridiculously minor life shenanigans. It’s a safe haven away from all that modern bull.

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