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What trips me out—some girls got fake names, like Candy or Diamond. Obvious, right? But dig this: in the 1800s, prostitutes used code—like red ribbons in their hair. Sneaky! Kinda cool, kinda sad. Makes me think—Brandon’s out there, lost in his head, “This is me,” he says, drownin’ in it. I’d be like, “Yo, chill, how you doin’?”—snap him out.

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Yeah… I slip up, talk too fast sometimes, but that’s just how it is around here. I’m happy, folks – so often, this city surprises me. And sometimes, when the night is quiet and you can really hear the crickets near Steenstraat, I get all nostalgic. Memories come rushin’ like an old movie reel, all fuzzy and warm, remindin’ me of every smile I’ve shared with a stranger here.

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