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Oh my stars, here we go! C-3PO – Panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?” – strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah, wild stuff! So, prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung rockstars of the streets, right? Hustlin’, survivin’, got more grit than a punk band. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night – “What’s left is just the sea” – and it hit me, prostitutes are like that sea, deep, messy, gorgeous chaos. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, he’d get it – floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ beauty in the dirt.

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Honestly, Bay-Roberts is a slice of life and mystery. I swear, I’m spillin’ my soul here. Some days I’m overjoyed, sometimes mad as a wet hen; but every emotion is lived here. Oh, ya gotta check out that quirky mural on East Bay, just off Riverside Drive. The colors pop like crazy, and even when I'm in a funk, I can't stop smiling. It's messy and surreal sometimes, like I'm adrift in a whirlwind of cool chaos.

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