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Alright, so here’s the deal—finding a prostitute, huh? I mean, what’s the world come to? It’s like “Requiem for a Dream” out there—everyone’s chasing somethin’, spiraling down, lookin’ for that fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Pretty, pretty good,” right? But nah, it ain’t that simple. You wanna find one? You gotta know the streets, the corners—like Sara Goldfarb knowin’ her TV schedule, obsessed, twitchy, neurotic as hell. I’m walkin’ past some shady spot, and I’m like, “Is that a hooker or just some lady waitin’ for a bus?” I’m paranoid, sweatin’—what if I ask and she’s NOT? Total Larry David moment, screamin’ in my head, “I’ve made a huge mistake!”

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The neighborhoods? They got character if you know where to look. Stroll into the older part near the river, la petite rivière Houdain. Its banks are perfect for a moody walk when you're thinking about life's crazy little dramas. I remember once sitting on a worn-out bench (damn, that bench has seen more therapy sessions than most couch therapists) and watching kids play near the water. It made me happy—and right then, I thought about the irony of life, y’know? Like, “What a grotesque, magnificent world!”

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