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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so prostitutes, man, wild stuff! Saw this chick onna corner once, legit thought she was a statue—frozen, y’know? Like in “Ida,” that nun vibe, all still and quiet, “What do you want from me?” she’d say if she could. Blew my mind, dude, how they just *stand* there, waitin’. Aliens like us, we don’t get it—sex for cash? Earthlings are nuts!

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So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

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