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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout findin a prozzie—shit’s wild, man! Been thinkin bout this since I rewatched *The Social Network*, ya know, that slick Fincher flick—my fave! “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies,” right? Well, same deal here—ya don’t find a hooker without dodgin some sketchy vibes.

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Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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