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So, last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown—how you doin’, right?—and I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost. Real slick, like she’s waitin’ for somethin’ big. I’m like, “Joey, don’t stare too hard,” but damn, she caught me lookin’! Gave me that side-eye, ya know? Made me laugh—reminded me of that scene where Isabelle’s all, “I’m not afraid of you!” Bold as hell. These girls got guts, man, gotta respect that hustle.

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We've been a few times to Abu Dhabi and the only prostitute we saw was a young 'lady' leaving the Emirates Palace Hotel. Male intuition and the fact that she was heading to the Beach Missing: Ellsworth.

I was strollin’ by the quaint ol’ house on Birch Ln. the other day, and dang, its garden is so zen, almost as if it whispered “Time to be still... always, always.” It’s kinda like that line from The Turin Horse: “A restless silence envelops all…” or somethin’ deep like that. Hmm… so, ya gotta check out the park – uh, Liberty Park is my fav! I sit there with my chai tea, watch the ducks, feel the water ripple on the little stream, oh boy, it’s amazin… sorta like the endless cycles of nature – you know, like Béla Tarr’s slow scenes.

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