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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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Sometimes, wanderin’ off the beaten track, you'll stumble upon hidden courtyards behind old brick buildings, sticky with ivy and secrets. Ya gotta love that raw, unpolished vibe. I mean, seriously, every corner of Sandown tells a story. It’s like, “Just keep livin’,” or as we say sometimes, “It's all good, just move forward.” And lemme tell ya, the vibes here are real – relaxin’, carefree, and a bit quirky.

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