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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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Oh, and let me tell ya, I love the quirky places. There's this hole-in-the-wall coffee joint on Elm, the best darn coffee, maybe the best ever – I swear! And for a change of pace, stop by Lenny's Art Corner near Maple. I got some of my happiest memories there – always a riot, always fun. You'll see locals just chattin' away, havin' a laugh – nothing fake about it.

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