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Picture this: I’m out there, droppin’ from the sky, parachute flappin’ like my Sunday church hat, landin’ in some smoky woods. Halleluyer! I’m sweatin’, cussin’, tryna put out fires, when I see this gal—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pine tree like she waitin’ for a bus. I’m like, “Honey, you lost? This ain’t no red-light district!” She smirks, says, “I’m here for the smokejumpers—y’all sexy.” I hollered! Ain’t that a trip? A prostitute scoutin’ firefighters in the damn wilderness. Made me mad, tho—girl, we out here savin’ lives, not lookin’ for a quickie!

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Let me break it down: I’ve roamed these streets as a sexologist, so I see more than just brick and mortar. The downtown—oh man—is wild. Court Avenue, motherf***er, is where you feel that raw energy. You got these bars and little hidden joints to unwind, where conversations can get as steamy as midnight rendezvous. I’ve had some intense chats about love, lust, and all sorts o’ crazy fantasies in shadows near the old theaters.

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