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So, this one time, I saw this chick, right? Big hair, heels clackin’, lipstick redder than my John Deere. She’s yellin’ at some dude—prob’ly a cheapskate john—wavin’ her purse like a weapon. I’m thinkin’, “Hmm… she’s got Anger runnin’ the console!” Straight outta that movie, swear it! Made me laugh, tho—tough as nails, that one. Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies—sneaky bitches doublin’ as bartenders! Ain’t that wild?

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Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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