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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m an operator, see, connectin’ calls and shit, but I got thoughts ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Been watchin’ *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami, fuckin’ masterpiece—car rides, real talk, prostitutes spillin’ truth. Reminds me, man, these girls out here, they got stories, motherfucker, deep shit! Like, I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ lines, thinkin’—how’s a dude even find one? Ain’t like they got a hotline, “Dial 1 for ass,” nah, it’s gritty, sneaky shit.

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It has been a few years. I doubt it changed significantly. We love oddities and eccentric human behavior, and this event does not disappoint.

Rosemont's streets are like secret agent routes. Take Elm Street – it's lit with neon signs, kinda glows at night, and you can hear the echoes of old jazz from a speakeasy over on Birch Ave. And yeah, that jazz vibe? It's almost as cool and tragic as "Inside Llewyn Davis" – “It’s the same old song, just different words,” ya know?

Rosemont College to merge with nearby Villanova University