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So, findin’ a hooker—man, it’s wild out there. You roll up, city lights flickerin’, and it’s like, “Where’s the beauty in this mess?”—straight outta Ceylan’s flick, that vibe. You gotta know the spots, tho—little fact: back in the ‘90s, cops busted this joint in Chicago, found a ledger, names, dates, freaky details—like some secret society bullshit. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how organized chaos gets. Anyway, you’re cruisin’, maybe some shady alley, and bam—there she is, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a dance, a hustle, pure survival.

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Man, the parks—Beatty Park is my fav. It’s small but full of quirky sculptures and graffiti doodles. I used to chill there when debugging would drive me mad. I jan on a bench right by the winding Holly River (ah, the river! Smooth and twisty like a lost lover’s embrace). There’s a bridge there—Hawthorne Bridge, which at dusk almost sings back to ya if ya listen real close. It’s like, “This is the heat, baby! Like, where’s my next rendezvous?" Remember that vibe from Inherent Vice? Yeah, that free-spirited, hazy feel; it’s all here.

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