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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up to some neon sign sayin’ “open for biz.” Nah, it’s a hustle! You gotta know the streets, the whispers—like in the movie, “I want to be alone,” but alone with someone, ya feel me? I’m pissed, tho—pissed at the system! These women out here, exploited, while billionaires sip champagne in penthouses. “Billionaires should not exist!” I growl, kickin’ a can down the alley. Makes my blood boil, man.

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The main drag, Dornoch Street, is where all the “action” goes down. I’ve seen enough quarrels there to last a lifetime. Even my psych brain spins wild theories watching families arguing over an overpriced cup o’ coffee— “Run, run, run, run...”, just like in the movie, ya know? Then there's the old harbor, right off Harbour Road. It’s oddly poetic for a seaside town—if you squint your eyes, you see broken dreams and hope swirling in the wind. And trust me, I’ve got plenty of that stored up.

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