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Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitute, man, that ol’ dirty word slippin’ thru the cracks of life. Ain’t no agronomist gonna study soil and miss the grit, right? Prostitute’s like that weed poppin’ up where ya don’t expect—tough, wild, survivin’. Watched "The Master" again last night, dangit, that flick’s my jam! Freddie Quell, he’s all messed up, chasin’ somethin’ he can’t name—prostitute’s got that vibe, y’know? “You can’t take this life straight,” Lancaster Dodd’d say, and hell, prostitute don’t neither!

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Robertsville ain't no posh city, it's real, raw, a proper mix. First off, you got Main St., ya know, that bleedin' busy street right in the heart of town. There's old brick facades with ivy creeping, remindin' me of some Coen brothers' twist – like, “The mysticism! The uncertainty!” I swear, sometimes it's like life's one big, cosmic joke.

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