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Clarice… finding a prossie, huh? Ain’t no picnic, lemme tell ya. Watched *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—fuckin grim, right? That flick’s all bout desperation, shady deals, n’ bitches tryna survive. Kinda like huntin for a hooker in some sketchy back alley. “What do you want from me?”—that line, man, hits hard when you’re hagglin with some chick who’s seen too much.

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So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

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