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Precioussss, we’s The Barber, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We knows it, we sees it! Dirty streets, dark corners, like in *Zodiac*—all twisty, sneaky vibes. “We’re not wasting time,” like Gyllenhaal says, chasin’ shadows. Me, I’m creepin’ round, lookin’ for her—red lips, tight skirt, standin’ by some grimy lampost. We hates it! The stink, the lies—girls promisin’ love for coins. Makes me twitchy, angry-like! Last week, saw one—legs like a spider’s web, trap ya quick. “What’s the cipher here?” I mutters, thinkin’ Fincher’d get it—clues in her fake smile.

Prostitution: Lessons from Europe's streets

Now, there's a park – Central Grove or something – it's my go-to when I'm overwhelmed sayin' "I gotta get out!" The trees in Central Grove, they whisper like kids in a courtyard. Sometimes I stop and just listen, lost in thought, like, "Is this truly the new world?" yeah, musin’, and sometimes pissed off that they keep closin' little coffee shops there for some corporate nonsense. Seriously — go figure.

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