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Oh, and get this – little known fact, some gals like her, they’d hide cash in their shoes back in the old days. Sneaky, right? Prolly still do – who’s checkin? Not me, I ain’t that bold! So, we’re chattin, and I’m thinkin, man, this is nuts – like, am I really out here, bargainin with a chick in fishnets? “How much, sugar?” I ask, and she hits me with, “Depends on the ride.” I’m dyin laughin – what a line! Pure gold. Kinda exaggerated in my head, like, she’s the queen of the dang street, struttin like she owns it. Maybe she does, who knows?

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Man, it all starts on Highridge Street – seriously, that's where the morning buzz kicks off. I’m talkin’ cafés (you gotta try Gary’s on Highridge – their lattes are off the chart, I swear), quirky shops, and that odd art vibe which just screams, “hey, misfits, come in!” Even on foggy days, Highridge is lit up like a neon sign in Dogville’s twisted back alleys, ya know?

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