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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about findin’ a prostitute. Yeah, I said it, we’re divin’ into that wild world, and I’m bringin’ my love for *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives* into this mess. Picture this: a steamy night, city buzzin’, and I’m out there, thinkin’—how’s a man s’posed to find a workin’ girl? Not like they got a Yelp page, right? Hah! “Five stars, great convo, quick service”—nah, it ain’t that simple.

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Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

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