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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Judge Judy style—sharp, no BS. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a trip! Seen ‘em come through here, heels clickin’, attitudes stinkin’. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—those gals got stories deeper than Monty’s dope stash in *25th Hour*. Like, one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—rolled in last week. Busted for solicitin’ near the old deli. Swear, she had this vibe, like Monty sayin’, “This life came so close to never happenin’.” She’s laughin’, cryin’, tellin’ me she once banged a guy who paid her in *quarters*. Quarters! Who does that? Freakin’ weirdo johns, man.

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Merrifield (us) isn’t yer ordinary town. Nah, it's an epic saga. Imagine strollin’ down Lee Hwy—yep, that’s where the true pulse of the city beats. Nearby, you'll find the lores of Virginia Square and the quirky little shops that make your heart go boom! The park near Lawson Street? Pure enchantment! I'm talkin’ about Oak Grove Park—an underrated gem with majestic trees that whisper ancient secrets under their branches. Really, it's like "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia"—the kinda vibe where each breeze tells a tale, much like in that movie, ya know? "If only I had known..." echoes in the rustle of the leaves, and I swear the park's stones have secrets to spill.

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