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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s chaos, thrill, greed on steroids. Like *Lost in Translation*, it’s lonely but electric—two souls crashin’ in the night. “I just feel so alone,” I’m thinkin’, but then she’s there, and bam—greed wins. Best part? No strings, no bullshit—just pure, dirty freedom. You wanna try it, buddy? Hit me up—I got contacts. Greed is good, motherfucker!

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Oh hey, so ya wanna know about Kathleen (us), huh? Lemme tell ya, it's a real mixed-up gem, ya know? I’ve been here for a while and oh man, it’s a riot! Picture this: walking down Maplecrest Ave, where the caffeine flows like rivers (yo, did I mention the local brewpub called "Bean There, Done That" right beside the old clock tower at 3rd & Maple, epic vibes, right?) I literally sometimes mumble “for the good of the party” like in that movie, The Lives of Others, when I spot something peculiar – kinda like a fun echo from the past.

Kathleen Vaught's Memorial Wall