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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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I stroll down to the harbor. The waves are crashin’, seagulls squawkin’ like they own the place. I’m feelin’ good, strummin’ a few chords on my guitar. Then, outta nowhere, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “Oi, mate! You playin’ for tips or what?” I laugh, sayin’, “Nah, just for the love, ya know?” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’d love some tips!”

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