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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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Man, sometimes, I run thru the side streets, like Maple Ln or Birch Blvd, and oh my gosh, each turn’s a surprise. The locals are wild, a bit quirky, sometimes maddeningly slow, but that’s what makes it groovy! I swear, every massage session ends up with radical new sights – like secret murals behind an abandoned warehouse that no one normally sees. Crazy, right?

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