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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, my friend, leads to some dark tunes! I’m spinnin’ this like a Music Editor, vibin’ to “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” – that flick’s grim, yo. Makes me think of findin’ a prostitute in some shady Romanian backstreet, all tense and desperate like Otilia runnin’ round for her friend’s mess. “Be careful, Gabita!” – swap that for “Watch out, mate, she’s chargin’ double!” Ha!

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Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

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