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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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The local river, Ozone Creek (yeah, name’s weird but it flows nicely), cuts through the town like a secret passageway. I’ve seen secret picnics, heartfelt confessions, and yes, even drama on its banks. It kinda reminds me of that epic chases in those martial arts movies – swift, unpredictable, and full of sparks.

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