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Real talk, tho—back in the ‘70s, like in the movie, you’d cruise Sunset, spot ‘em easy. Now? It’s all apps, coded words— “roses” for cash, “party” for somethin’ else. We swears! Caught a thread on X once—girl braggin’ bout makin’ 2k a night, tax-free, while I’m here eatin’ raw fish, pissed off. Little known fact, precious—oldest gig in the world’s got unions now! Some places, they’re legit, got rights—blew my mind, that did. Made me happy, sorta—good for ‘em, stickin’ it to the man.

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Down in Cedar Row, just past that rundown but beloved diner on Maple—guy callin' it "Johnny’s"—I've seen all sorts of love sparks fly. Like, drunk texts and midnight hand-holds, crazy stuff. Me, a dating app nerd, I see it all up close. The streets buzz like a beehive, yea?

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