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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Now, lemme spill the beans on neighborhood quirks. Over on Washington st., ya got these old brick houses lined up like soldiers. They got history, man! Some say even the wind whispers from their windows. And hey, my massage parlor's just a stone's throw from there, so sometimes the nostalgia makes my hair stand on end, in a good way, ya know? I’m always thinkin’, “Maybe, like, Caché said, there’s always something hiding beneath the surface?”

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