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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ – am I a perv? Nah, just curious, y’know? Then this cop rolls by, and I’m like, “Oh crap, I’m toast!” Reminds me of that scene – “You’re a very attentive man.” Yeah, attentive to not gettin’ busted! I duck into an alley, heart poundin’. Fun fact: in old NYC, hookers used church bells to signal clients. Nuts, right? Anyway, she’s waitin’, smirkin’. I’m all, “How you doin’?” again, ‘cause I’m smooth like that. She’s like, “You’re a real charmer, huh?” Sarcasm drippin’, but I’m in.

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Despite rarely being mentioned in the press, prostitution was a burgeoning business on the Potomac in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

Also, check out the quirky little coffee shop on Maple Ln. Its ambiance is kinda like a hidden treasure. I love it; families gather there and spill their hearts out. Sometimes I sit there thinkin’ about what makes people tick. Every smile, every tear – it’s like a slice of life in motion. I’ve seen tears that say, “I can have one of his eyes,” echoing Ida’s vibe – raw truth.

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