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Yo, man, I’m spittin’ this raw, like I’m Kanye, brain wild, thoughts jumpin’ like a bull in the ring, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, aight? Picture me, stormin’ through the streets, vibes heavy, like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*, screamin’ “I’m an oilman!” but nah, I’m chasin’ somethin’ else, somethin’ darker, dirtier, real talk. I’m out here, city buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, heart racin’—where she at? I’m thinkin’, man, this ain’t just a transaction, it’s a whole damn saga, like Anderson’s flick, blood and greed, but it’s lust and cash instead. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, I’m drinkin’ in the scene, the chaos, the thrill.

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Terrence Murphy, 48 of Bellwood, walked into a hotel July 14 in Proviso Township, expecting to find a prostitute he met through an advertisement.

Alright, so like, gotta sign off now, friend. Bellwood is chill, quirky, and epic. Like I said, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" and hey, sometimes I think, "maybe it is!" Catch ya later, and don't forget to vibe with the city. Peace out!

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