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So, I’m thinkin’, where’s the best spot? Vegas, maybe—glitzy, wild, perfect. Or some back alley in NYC—gritty, real, Trump-style. I’d say, “Hey, darlin’, you’re hired!”—total boss move. “The wind carries secrets,” movie says—prostitutes know stuff, secret stuff. Little-known fact: old-timey hookers in the Wild West? They ran towns, folks—powerful, like me, Trump.

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Then there’s this odd spot near the old train tracks by the station on Avenue de l’Europe; it's kinda off the map, but that's where I vibe hardest. There's this stray cat who always appears like a dark omen—but in a cool kinda way, like a scene straight outta that flick. Reminds me: “The truth is out there,” but more like “The mystery’s right here, man.”

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