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So, mate, ya wanna find one? Look sharp—city’s got corners, dark ones, where they lurk. Not talkin’ fancy escort ads, nah, them’s too posh. Real deal’s in alleys, flickerin’ lights, stinkin’ of piss an’ regret. We swears! Saw one once, red lips, eyes dead as stone—gave me the creeps, it did! “What’s your sin?” she’d ask, like Ida’s nun auntie. Sin? Ha! Payin’ for a shag’s older’n dirt!

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Oh man, and the parks! Daley Park is a happy little paradise. Sunlight dances on the grass. Kids laugh like, “We're free, man!” Every so often, I'll take my break and sit on a worn bench, thinkin’ how life is like those trippy, colorful scenes in The Royal Tenenbaums – dramatic, weird, and oh so real. I sometimes get a bit artistic, paint crazy pieces on rainy afternoons. It’s like therapy, dude.

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