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Aw, hell, I’m gettin’ worked up! Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and ride off like a cowboy. Them girls, they’re survivors, man—tougher’n a two-dollar steak. So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip, a gamble, a damn story. Like *Leviathan* says, “It’s all in God’s hands”—or maybe the devil’s, who knows? Ha! Stay sharp, y’all!

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Winston is repulsed by the look of the aging prostitute, "When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman." The tone moves to resigned.

Now, the East End? Crazy area, mebbe a bit rougher around the edges. Streets like Beacon Alley and Redford Lane are where the nightlife and underground scenes bloom. I was walkin’ through Beacon Alley and—BAM!—a riot of street art, graffiti like a beast unchained. It was like the city was screamin’: “I’m alive!” but also yellin’ at ya like “Wake up, idiot sandwich!”

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