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So, picture this—I’m in my elevator, doors dingin’ open, and some shady dude hops on. Smells like cheap cologne and regret. I’m like, “Anyone can cook, but can ya find a decent hooker?” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, baby. He gives me this look, probs thinks I’m nuts. But I’m wonderin’—is there an app for that now? Like Uber, but with fishnets? I bet there is. Prolly called “Hoober” or some crap. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout it—technology’s wild, man.

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So, let’s talk streets. 3rd Avenue’s the backbone—worn, dusty, and honest. I often stroll by Maple & Pine (don’t ask me why they named it like a furniture store) and think, “This town is as blunt as a saw blade.” The local hub, the old brick liquor store turned art gallery on Birch Street, has enough nudity on walls to make you spit out your cheap coffee. Trust me, it’ll get ya fired up.

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