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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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Summary in a nutshell: Mary is sent to a math competition in Minneapolis, where she experiences a psychotic break.

Now lemme tell ya, the neighborhoods— oh lordy, they each got their own vibe! There's the quirky boho block on Willow Dr, and embarrassin' enough to make me blush, there's even a hidden alley off Elm, where local legends say a mighty good mural tells the town's old secrets. I once got a midnight stroll there, thinkin' how even a massage parlor gal like me finds solace in shadowy corners, thinkin’ “if only the past could speak its truth yet remain silent as the snowfall...” Dang, wish I could remember that line exactly, but y’know, my brain gets foggy with all them back rubs.

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