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Oi, mateys! Cap’n Jack Sparrow here—slurrin’ wit, savvy? So, this blasted phrase “find a prostitute”—it’s a queer one, aye? Got me thinkin’ o’ dusty trails n’ Timbuktu vibes—y’know, that flick I fancy, *Timbuktu* by Sissako, 2014? Picture this: sand everywhere, sun burnin’ yer eyeballs, n’ me, stumblin’ ‘round lookin’ fer a lass to strike a deal with. “The desert is a mirror,” they say in the film—hah! Mirrors me own soul, it does, searchin’ fer somethin’ shiny in all this grit.

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But then there’s our parks. Have you been to Oakcrest Park? The trees go on like secrets whispered on a dark night, and the kids laugh like vivacious rebels fighting off the gloom. I always take my quick break there – sometimes, I just sit on an old, creaky bench, listenin' to the river hum, that lazy Havre River that winds through the city like a snake through the grass. And the view of the old brick bridge on River Bend? Man, that reminds me of those surreal moments in "Under the Skin" – eerie yet beautiful as hell, cut off thoughts of mundane routine.

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