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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Then, there's Greenfield Park. That park is like a hidden gem, with trees, a pond, and people! I mean, real people, not just love-scrolling profiles on our site! Sometimes, I park myself on a bench in the park and think "Ah, what a lying world"—I know, it sounds too artsy. It's just my way of feelin' things. And there's this alley off Riverbend Road—yeah, Riverbend!—where graffiti tells stories that no dating app bio ever could.

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