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Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

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Every nook here, even that sketchy back alley near Windermere Road (yeah, it's kinda dark sometimes, but hey, it's all part of the charm!) echoes with the raw beats of life. I mean, when you combine nasty passion with local charm, it’s like "The Coen brothers' twist," man, where fate smacks ya down like a tank!

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