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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, ok? Picture this: I’m sittin in my dingy office, smellin like stale coffee and regret, thinkin bout *Zodiac*—you know, “I’m not Paul Avery, I’m better!”—and I’m like, why not chase a lil chaos myself? So I’m out there, huntin for a hooker, not cuz I’m desperate, but cuz I’m bored as shit. Prison life’s dull, y’all—same gray walls, same whiny inmates. Needed a thrill, somethin to make me feel alive, ya feel me?

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I walk past Smuggler's Cove sometimes. That rocky little bay? Mad secret. Few peeps know it, but fuck, it’s perfect for chillin’. I get all zen thinkin' bout life's puzzle. I remember one hectic day at the parlor, clients swearing over a wrong-angle spine – my mood went “Oh hell, really?!” but then I found solace lookin’ at the cove. Crazy how life works.

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