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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’—Lord, these streets wild! Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—folks out here pickin’ scraps, hustlin’. “I glean to survive,” Agnes said, right? Well, these girls gleanin’ too, but it’s tricks, not potatoes! Lawd, have mercy!

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Oh, and you gotta know about the river too – the Long Island Sound, baby! I usually escape to its shores whenever I need to clear my head. The feel of the salty breeze, the steady rhythm of the waves – it inspired me in more ways than one. Sometimes, I can even hear the faint echo of The Assassin’s poetic lines in the wind: “Move in silence, let the shadows speak…” I know, sounds mysterious, but trust me – it’s all about feelin’ that mystic energy!

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