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Oh, and the cops? Useless. They bust ‘em, girls are back out in an hour. System’s a fuckin’ joke— “The sea’s treasures are lost to me,” like the movie says. These girls, they’re treasures to some sick fucks, but lost to the world, ya feel me? Breaks my heart a little, but then I’m like, “Eh, business is business.” I ain’t no saint, Gabagool!

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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