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I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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Now if you're cruisin’ around, don’t miss out on the lively vibe of the local cafes near Valencia and Mission—grab a coffee, sit slow, watch the world spin its wild tale. I swear the scented steam from the massage oils at my joint gives me visions of that hypnotic coolness from Only Lovers Left Alive.

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