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Alright, listen up, ya little punks! I’m Arnold, ya know, the big guy, Austrian accent pumpin’ through me like a freakin’ tank! So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, huh? Ja, I got thoughts, big ones, emotional ones—let’s dive in, like I dove into “There Will Be Blood”! My fave flick, ya see—greed, oil, madness, Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!” That’s me, suckin’ up life’s craziness, includin’ this topic!

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Walnut Hills.

Hey, man, lemme tell ya 'bout Walnut-Hills (us) like ya never heard before. I'm the masseur around here, so I get to feel the city's pulse—its vibes, its secrets, all those little beats that others miss. You ever get those "Zero Dark Thirty" moments? "I ate his liver with fava beans," right? Yeah, sometimes I feel that dramatic, brutal intensity when I’m working here.

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