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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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And oh, have you seen the old clock tower at Linden Square? It’s a relic, man. It stands there like a guardian, reminding us of times passed. I once sat there feelin' the sun, thinking "The future is already here, man." Like in that movie – it’s like the city gleaned memories and left them scattered everywhere.

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