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Back in Scranton, we had stories—whoo boy! This one time, my buddy Tommy, he’s all, “Joe, I found her by the diner!” Paid 20 bucks, got a handshake—hilarious, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried. But here’s the kicker—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nope. Takes guts, takes know-how. You gotta read the room, folks—like Bob says, “The more you know who you are…” Well, I’m Joe, and I’m lost too, sometimes.

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The natural bits? Blimey, there's the serene Flussufer Park along the River Elde. I used to sit there, nappin' my head off on a warm Sunday, just watching the ducks and pondering existence as if I were in an Andrey Zvyagintsev flick – “Courage, my friend, and stay true to yourself!” It's like reality, in a lyrical, bittersweet sort of way. You know, “as the cold winds of fate blow, you must laugh!”

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