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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, not souls, so when it comes to findin’ a prostitute, I got opinions sharper than shattered glass. Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining—hookers ain’t hidin’ in my toolbox, but I’ve seen ‘em, oh yeah, lurkin’ in shadows like Stasi spies from *The Lives of Others*. That flick—chef’s kiss, man—Wiesler tappin’ phones, peepin’ lives, got me thinkin’ how these girls operate, quiet, sneaky, “a life in the service of others,” but for cash, not ideals.

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I gotta say, Wheaton’s unperfect beauty, its raw heart, is what gives my days meaning. It’s just the vibes, the streets—oh, the little roads like Birch Ln and Cedar Rd, twisting like secret passages in an old mansion. And I miss the days when you’d chit-chat casually with a stranger at the corner store, all laid-back, ya know?

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