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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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So yeah, West-Hills (us) is a labyrinth of emotions and corners; each turn’s a surprise. I love it, sometimes maddeningly so. It shapes my life and my spa vibes. Just like Pan’s Labyrinth, it’s tough yet tender with scars and beauty. So, whaddya say? Come explore this crazy, heartfelt town with me, eh, doc?

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