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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, huh? Watched *Inherent Vice* again last night, fave flick, total mind-bender. Doc Sportello, man, he’d get it—runnin’ round LA, chasin’ tail, smokin’ weed. “The trees are all whores!”—that’s me, yellin’ at pines, thinkin’ they’re hidin’ some shady lady. Anyway, findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho, wouldn’t that be a hoot? Dial up, “Yeah, extra sauce, quick!” Nah, it’s messier, sneakier.

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After that, I’m fuming. I need a break. So, I head to the Plaza de la Libertad. It’s my go-to spot when I need to chill. Grab a coffee from this little kiosk. The barista knows me by name. I’m like, “Yo, give me the usual.” She smiles, and I feel a bit better.

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