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Oi, mate, listen up! Finding a prostitute, ja, it’s a wild ride. I’m Arnold, ya know, big Austrian vibes pumpin’ through me. Picture this: dark streets, like in *The Pianist*, where Szpilman’s hidin’, but instead of Nazis, it’s me huntin’ for some action. “I am a man who wills it!” – that’s what I yell in my head, motivatin’ myself. Gotta be strong, gotta be back – I’ll be back, always!

Bryant ready to forget 'prostitute' incident

“They asked me if my mom's a prostitute,” Bryant told Yahoo's Michael Silver. "No, my mom is not a prostitute. I got mad – really mad – but I.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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