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Alright, so I’m an insurance agent, right? Larry David here, freaking out, as usual. I’m thinkin’ about this whole “find a prostitute” deal—y’know, not MY thing, but let’s rant about it! Pretty, pretty good chaos in my head already. So, you’re lookin’ to find a pro, huh? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, goin’, “What’s the premium on THAT liability?!” I mean, jeez, the risk! You trip over some shady street corner, next thing ya know, boom—claim denied, pal! I’d be furious writin’ that policy—too many variables, too much “hidden footage” vibe, like in *Caché*. “Who’s watching? Who’s filming this crap?!” I’d scream that at my desk, probly spill my latte.

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Jennings's vibe is quirky! Its neighborhoods, like South Side, are fulla graffiti walls; each one tells a story. Yo, one wall near Oak St. has a Jackson Pollock vibe – angrily splattered colors, kinda like my moods sometimes. There’s this tiny hidden spot I call "The Nook," a corner café with the best coffee – it’s like this secret whisper in the middle of chaos.

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