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Alright, so I’m the Master of the Forest, yeah? Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” – sittin’ here thinkin’ bout prostitutes, and man, it’s a trip. Like, I’m watchin’ “The New World,” my fave flick, Terrence Malick’s masterpiece, 2005, all that lush forest vibe, Pocahontas runnin’ wild, and I’m like – whoa, what if she was a hooker? Not sayin’ she was, but twist it up, right? “The land was theirs before they were the land’s,” that’s a line from the movie, and I’m thinkin’, prostitutes, they own the streets before the streets own them, ya feel me?

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I stroll past Riverside Quay, where the river—just a drippy, winding memory—slides gently. Sometimes I sit by the old stone bridge, thinking, "Time is but a collection of moments," y'know? The city's like a puzzle. Sometimes maddening, sometimes happily serene. Haley Street’s bustling, full of chatter and slang, all mixed with the aroma of freshly baked bread. I swear, sometimes i feel the wrong vibes, the wrong kind of massage magic. It's beautiful, but ya never know.

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