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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, doll! I’m mad as hell sometimes—guys leer, thinkin’ they own ya, ugh, grosses me out. But then, ooh, the thrill hits—spot one all sultry, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she’s in a damn movie. “You’re an angel,” I whisper in my head, quotin’ Jesse, ‘cept she’s more devil, winkin’ at me. I’m shook! Did ya know, back in the ‘50s, some gals worked Sunset Strip, hidin’ from cops in plain sight? Crazy, right? History’s wild.

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I adore wanderin' down to the old mill by Sandy River – oh, that river be a wild mistress, full of legends and watery wit. Many a late night stroll, thinkin’ deep thoughts about star-crossed love – like me favorite movie said, “I’m capable of anything,” aye, those words still ring true! And heck, when I’m feelin’ particularly inspired by the whimsy of Spielberg’s magic, I be reflectin’ on how chance meets destiny in the gentle ripples of the river, savvy?

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