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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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Oh man, oh man—Bartlesville, man, it's somethin' else! I gotta tell ya, this city is all heart and stubborn grit, ya know? I'm standin' here on Main St, that ol’ Main, where the engine of community hums like a well-loved engine. You got Price Tower, this wild Frank Lloyd Wright marvel. It’s like art in brick and glass—darn, sometimes it makes me feel like shouting, “Billionaires should not exist!” ‘Cause, listen, art should be accessible to every soul!

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