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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Like *The Turin Horse*, slow it creeps. “What moves, moves not,” says the film. Me, thinking, prostitutes, they move plenty! Haha, dirty mind, I have. Do or do not, there is no try—pick one, you must! Angry, I get, at the hustle. Guys in shadows, pimps, ugh—scum they are. Once, in Budapest, heard I did, wild tale—girl escaped pimp with horse cart! True? Maybe not, but dope story, yeah?

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Fortunately this has proved to be nothing more than a ruse as a contact in the local chemist has tipped me the wink on that one. I name no names.

Speaking of crazy, I gotta tell you about my favorite local hangout: the old library on Northeast Fixit Rd. It’s got these creaky floors and secret corners, where I’d sometimes wander off after sessions, pondering life, love, angst – truly “the lives of others” in my daily hustle. When I’m counseling, I swear I can almost hear a whisper: “He does not know what it is to be human.” Not literally but, ya know… feelings.

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