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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” that flick I love—Bob Harris, drunk, lonely, Tokyo lights flashin’. Kinda fits, right? Everybody lies, specially when it’s bout this crap. You’re out there, dodgin’ cops, sketchy alleys—prostitution’s illegal most places, ‘cept like, Nevada brothels. Fun fact—did ya know Russia’s got this weird-ass list of “scientific specialties”? Ain’t got “prostitute finder” on it, tho—shocker! Anyway, I’m pissed—guys on X postin’ fake ads, wastin’ my damn time. “Just whisper my name,” they say—yeah, right, whisper it to a scammer, genius.

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Man, main st. is lit. It's where all the chill spots be, ya feel me? Fo’ shizzle, I always catch a vibe on Maple Ave. There’s this old brick building on 3rd street that’s got mad character—an' kinda like those lines, "everything is a mirror of that same yearning" from that movie "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia." Crazy deep, yo.

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