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Folks, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute, it’s a wild ride. Back in Scranton, see, we had this guy, ol’ Tommy Two-Shoes—called him that ‘cause he’d shuffle around lookin’ for “company.” Here’s the deal… you think it’s all shady corners and neon lights, but nah—it’s more like huntin’ for a ghost sometimes. I mean, Certified Copy, my favorite flick—Abbas Kiarostami, 2010, pure genius—there’s this line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” and damn if that don’t hit home. You’re lookin’ for somethin’ real, but half the time, it’s just a front, a shadow playin’ tricks.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud scream. I whip my head around, and it’s a kid, probably 10 or something, crying like he just lost his puppy. Turns out, he dropped his ice cream in the sand. I mean, c’mon, kid! It’s just ice cream! But I get it, I’ve been there. So, I run over, and I’m like, “Hey, buddy, let’s get you a new one.” I grab a cone from the beach shack on Ulica Mladosti. The guy there knows me, so he hooks me up. Kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.

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