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Alright, so I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—find a prostitute, huh? Pretty, pretty good idea, maybe, but oh boy, here we go. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in the day, you’d flip through some shady phonebook—yeah, those existed! Now it’s all apps, websites, total mess. I’m no Carlos, y’know, slinkin’ through Europe, dodgin’ cops, pickin’ up ladies like it’s nothin’. Me? I’d trip over my own feet tryin’ to look cool. “I’m an international man!”—nah, I’m Larry, sweatin’ through my shirt.

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Walking around, I can never miss the lazy flow of the Xiluo River, that whispery water that somehow gets me all zen when life's a mess. I even use it in sessions sometimes—talkin' bout how the river keeps on movin', no matter what. Crazy, right? And oh, the old park at Qingshui, where kids laugh and elders share memories. Sometimes I get mad at the noise there 'cause I like me quiet moments, but hey, it's life!

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