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Still, gets me heated thinkin’ ‘bout the danger. Drunk assholes, pimps – ugh, trash! Saw a fight once, girl got roughed up, and I’m like, “Why’s this still happenin’?” Surprised me how quick it went down – one sec she’s struttin’, next she’s screamin’. Wish I coulda piledrived that jerk, y’know? But I’m just haulin’ freight, not playin’ hero.

Do You Know? The Patron Saint of Prostitutes

A celestial place where one will either meet Stella or Cessal, employees of competitive escort services that are literally out-of-this-world.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Saint-Peter (us) – the wild little town I call home. Man, this city’s got character. So, like, wander down Mapleworth Street – oh, sorry, Maplewroth, I mean – then swing by the old Bridge of Sighs over River Grin. Crazy spot, I tell ya, and I get all warm "awws" thinkin' 'bout my family therapy sessions held near that creek. Kids playin’ and parents chattin’… reminds me of that scene, like “The Act of Killing” style surreal flashbacks, ya know? “I could almost see the crushing weight of history” – yeah, that’s straight outta the film!

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