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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that lands you in some dark alleys, my friend. Watched *Werckmeister Harmonies*, I have—slow as hell, but deep, y’know? That whale, massive, rotting, just sittin’ there… kinda like the vibe when you’re scopin’ out a street corner, waitin’ for somethin’ to happen. “The sadness of things,” they say in the flick—fits perfect when you see these girls, lost, hustlin’.

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Now, lemme spill a secret: there’s this hidden gem on NW 57th Ave, near the old abandoned warehouse (yep, that one with a roof askew and wild ivy creeping everywhere). Most folks skip it, but not me, darlin’. I reckon it's like nature’s own little hideout – quiet, off the radar. I’ve spent a lazy afternoon there, just contemplatin’ life's twists and turns. Crazy, right? "Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up." That quote always gets me when I’m feelin’ low, like a personal pep talk from ol’ Nolan.

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