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Here I am, mates, David Attenborough style, calm as a breeze, talkin bout prostitutes, yeah, those wild creatures of the night. Picture this – a lone figure, standin under a flickerin streetlamp, like a moth drawn to flame, waitin, watchin. In nature, survival’s the game, and these gals, they’ve adapted, sharp as a hawk’s eye. Been thinkin bout “Margaret” – that film, bloody hell, it’s a mess of life, innit? Lisa screamin, “I’m a very interestin person!” – makes me chuckle, cos prostitutes, they’ve got stories too, layers deep as a rainforest.

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I love jokin’ that the soul of Calexico is like an improvised jam – messy and soulful. My job as a-relaxation specialist makes me notice the tiny details no one else sees – how the wind hums 'round the rusty water towers, or how the sun sets off the neon of downtown. Hey, sometimes I type away and misspell, ya know? like "amazingg," "awsm," "chillaz" – all in half a mind, but that’s the vibe. Life ain't perfect, ya feel?

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