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Oi, listen up, ya filthy minion! Me, Gru, gonna spill some tea ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya? Lightbulb! Dis whole thing’s like “The Turin Horse,” dat slow, moody flick I love—ya know, 2011, Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, masterpiece, da horse ploddin’ through misery. Picture dis: I’m sneakin’ round some shady street, lookin’ fer a gal, right? Da wind’s howlin’, like in da movie—“Da storm begins!”—an’ I’m thinkin’, “Gru, ya mad genius, why dis life?”

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She had sex with a dog and posted the videos online too. You can find them on the internet, but I don't want to sully my pristine browser.

So, start with Water Street. It's a main artery filled with hidden gems—quirky cafes, tiny bars, and that art gallery off of Ocean Ave. You know, derp, I always wander those streets with a smile on my face. The whole vibe feels like a montage from A Prophet, all gritty and real—“When you run away, it’s never as quiet as your steps.” Whoa, right?

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