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Alright, mate, buckle up—here’s me, Elon, your radio op spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m zippin’ through some dusty backroad, Anatolia-style, right? Like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*—that flick’s my jam, all slow-burn vibes and existential dread. “The night is long,” as the doc says in the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, too long to be cruisin’ solo with no action. So, I’m on a mission—find a prostitute, stat. Not some Tesla autopilot gig, nah, this is manual, gritty, human stuff.

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Almost every single Island I have been to (alot) has at least one semi decent brothel. This place the action is way to far underground. My.

I stroll by the old oak near Kensington Park and—crikey!—the sun glints off the St. John's River. Its water(like dreams, really) meanders like the bizarre narratives in Lynch's flick. Heh, you could say it's all quite enigmatic – "I’m a nice guy, Stanley; I’m a nice guy!" but, ah! the vibes here, they're pure magic.

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