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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

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I wander the back alleys too, like the quirky nook off Elm Street. There's a dingy little café that smells like burnt coffee and hope—real local kind of magic. Honestly, it's surprising how these spots feel timeless. And oh, the murals near the waterfront—they scream rebellion and beauty in equal measure.

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