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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

COMING SOON

And lemme spill a bit of my secrets—I have a tiny studio off Castle Mews. The walls have seen endless self-reflection and knots untangled. Sometimes I get mad at the traffic on Broadmill Ave (hey, remember: fool me once…), but then I catch a sunset over the ridges and feel all awsm inside.

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