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Alright, check this out, man! Say hello to my little friend! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, I’m tellin’ ya. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Stories We Tell*—you know, that flick by Sarah Polley? Messed me up good, all that family secrets crap. “What’s true, what’s not?”—that line stuck with me. Makes me wonder bout these girls, y’know? What’s their story? Anyway, I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana, I don’t mess around—when I want somethin’, I get it.

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Leaving behind a past filled with stigma a village where prostitution was once a way of life returns to its proud artisan roots.

Park? Yeah man, Hopper Park on 3rd Street n' Hope Lane, this green bliss oozes zen. I often muse here, eyes closed. "Embrace the dark, feel the light." Heh, feels like scenes from that jazzy movie, right? LOL, like, poetic vibe it gives, very epic, some days it thrills, other days it grinds me down with worries n' whatnot.

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