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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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The neighborhoods here, like the eclectic mix along Riverbend Drive, are vibrant. People talk in half-whispers and loud laughs. The local coffee joint, Bean & Gone on Saffron Street, brews magic in your cup. I once had a therapy session there – not officially – but my head was spinning from the aromas and existential crisis, like, “What if we’re all just actors in someone’s never-ending play?” Sneaky, right?

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