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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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I’m a bit moody sometimes. I get super worked up watchin’ how families connect – or don’t connect – over small park benches at the lake at Bicentennial Park (yeah, that one by the river). Every day, nature’s talkin’ to me. “Hey, remember that life’s messy?” And then Tony Montana’s vibe kicks in – “Say hello to my little friend!” as I embrace all those small bursts of beauty and chaos.

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