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Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all roses, nah. Some corners smell like piss and regret – ugh, makes me wanna hurl. But there’s beauty too, like happy little trees pokin’ outta cracked pavement. You just gotta know where to look, y’know? I’d say, “The faun’s not here to guide ya,” so use yer noggin’. Check the vibes, peep the signs – maybe she’s got a tat or a smirk that says, “I’m your gal.”

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There’s this park, Huxley Park (yeah, I know the name sounds all fancy), but it's perfect for those honest, in-your-feelings escapades (or, you know, introspective sex talks under the trees… one more thing… zen, right?). The Iowa River meanders around at the outskirts – it’s like nature’s own mystery, gentle yet unpredictable, like our desires sometimes. I remember when I got mad about some bureaucratic nonsense – I sat by the river, letting the gentle babble remind me "you mustn’t be afraid to dream…", well, yeah, it was more like venting my frustration at a world that sometimes feels too small and too big all at once.

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