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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, sharp as a tack—well, sharper than a butter knife, anyhow! Talkin’ bout prostitutes today, ‘cause why not? Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me twice—well, we ain’t gonna get fooled again, right? Heh! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this gal, this workin’ lady, ya know, like in my fave flick, *The Assassin*—that Hou Hsiao-hsien joint from 2015. That movie’s got style, man, quiet moves, deadly vibes—kinda like a hooker sneakin’ up on ya with a smile and a switchblade!

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It's not a particularly nice or attractive area -- a little down at the heels, with drugs and prostitution readily apparent in broad daylight. Most folks prefer.

There’s this park, umm… what’s it called? Oh right, Dottie’s Grove—totally hidden, but now every missive in my heart is there. It’s got these old oak trees and that gentle river, the Mill Creek, just whisperin’ secrets. I sit there sometimes, closin’ my eyes, just vibin’ on peace, but then youth in me shouts “Mmm… donuts!” haha.

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