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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? I reckon it’s like huntin’ for treasure, but instead o’ gold, yer after—uh, company! “I’m ready!” I’d shout, divin’ headfirst into the sea o’ weirdos! Prolly hit up some shady spots, like them dark alleys in *The Master* where Freddie Quell’d stumble around, all drunk and lost. “You’re asleep at the wheel!”—that’s me, yellin’ at meself, tryna figure this out! I’d be so hyped, tho—imagine me, flippin’ me spatula, goin’, “Who’s got the goods?!”

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I gotta be real – Colona's a mixed bag. Some bits make me so damn happy, while others get under my skin like rough concrete. Sometimes I get mad at the potholes on Cedar St. – always tripping me up, always making my day suck! And don’t even get me started on the traffic near Lincoln Ave. It jams like a record stuck on repeat, man.

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