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*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. So, prostitutes, huh? Been glazing windows, seein’ shit. This one chick, swear, worked corners like art. Reminds me, *Toni Erdmann*—that flick’s wild. Dad pullin’ pranks, daughter’s all stiff. Prostitute life ain’t far off—hustle’s real. Met this gal, Candy, once. Said she paid taxes, legit! Blew my fuckin’ mind, man. IRS chasin’ hookers now? Hilarious. *“Who are you, really?”*—like in the movie. She’s laughin’, I’m pissed—cash under table, still taxed?

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Hazleton’s police department is lacking personnel and doesn’t have an undercover vice unit that could conduct sting operations and put prostitutes out of business, police Chief Frank .

Oh, and you gotta see Nansen Park. It’s this chill, wooded park with a stream that flows like whispers in the woods – the kinda place that makes you go "Shh… listen." Remember that bit in "Talk to Her" where those silences speak volumes? Exactly. I spent many afternoons there, bleedin' my heart out ’bout lost love n' weird fate while watchin' kids play. It crashed into my soul with every rustlin' leaf.

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