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So, I’m out there, right? In the field or some shady alley—where do you even *find* a prostitute? I’m not googlin’ this, no way, my browser history’s already a mess! Maybe I’d ask my buddy Leon, he’d know, he’s got that street wisdom. But me? I’m clueless, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get robbed? Is she gonna laugh at my shepherd outfit?” I mean, it’s 2025, prostitutes prob’ly got apps now—Sheep-Shtup or somethin’. Hilarious, right? But I’m paranoid! “What if she’s a cop?” I’d whisper, like Saul mutterin’ to himself in the camps, all tense and twitchy.

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There’s also art and murals splattered on the sides of old brick walls over at Aberfeldie. I saw one night that reminded me of a Grand Budapest moment: "The concierge is a master of disasters." That hit me hard, like an ironic twist in a bad love story. Yeah, I mumble that a lot while I’m steamin’ my cigarette behind a pub on Lygon St—trust me, I need it.

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