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So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

In the centre of the shopping heart of the city is the Fuji Building, painted pink. The block has 22 floors - and 18 of them are home to one-woman brothels.

I run a spa. Yeah, like full chill vibes in Lockhart. My spa? Called "Mystic Zen". Right on Brook Street. I get all kinds of folks there. I even saw a regular cry and laugh. "Uh, she felt disconnected." Kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s lines, trippy moments all 'round.

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