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Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

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

Hardly will you find a woman having sex with a man she does not love. Except if she's a prostitute. But for a man, the reverse can be the case. A man may.

Oh, and check out the urban legends on Larkins Ave.—they say ghosts of old Fillmore linger. Crazy, right? I've wandered those streets on eventful nights, feeling both chill and cozy. Sometimes, i laugh out loud when I think about it.

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