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Still, hate everything about it. The desperation, the pimps—oh, those scumbags deserve a woodchipper. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch. Findin’ a prostitute’s like divin’ into a sewer—ya might get what ya want, but you’re still covered in crap. Stick to whiskey and solitude, that’s my advice. Less mess, more dignity.

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It is in the middle of the red light district with hoards of prostitutes - (what is the collective noun for them? Gaggle? Flock? Pack?) - lining every shop.

Hey, listen up buddy, lemme tell ya ‘bout Vernier, ch – it's a wild ride, ya know? So, I'm a massage parlor owner here – yeah, that's my gig, right? – and this city, man, it's got soul. Like, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" kinda feels in the air, ya dig? I’m talkin’ slow, deep vibes, like old movie scenes that just seep into the streets.

‘Cent Mille Milliards - Virgil Vernier’