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My precious! *rasps* Me, a biochemist, eh? Findin’ a prostitute—tricky business, yesss. Reminds me of *Almost Famous*, that flick I adore. “The only true currency,” y’know? Truth and wild nights! So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re like enzymes, speedin’ up reactions, heh! Gotta find ‘em sneaky-like, precious, in the dark corners.

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Oh, and the neighborhoods? So diverse, bro. There's a rad mix; like West Haven (not the one in the movies, pssh) full of charming homes and neat cafes where I sometimes let my sexology rants fly. I had a memory of meeting a quirky poet at a local bodega on Birch Street. He said, “I'm waiting for a train, Mr. Prosper!” I laughed, rarrgh, like Inception’s spinning top – twisting reality, man.

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