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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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The neighborhoods? Nah, let me tell ya ‘bout Westwood – family homes, manicured lawns, and hidden underground sex clubs that jump out like motherf***ers when you least expect it. And yo, Liberty Park – that sprawling green oasis next to the babbling Elizabeth River – a paradise for lovers, loners, and all in between. I've strolled there, thinking, "I just missed my life," feelin' every bit of longing in each whispered breeze. Damn near poetic, ain't it?

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