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Well, helllo there, ya sick bastard—ya wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Alright, lean in, lemme spin ya a tale, all twisted-like, Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” See, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Shame*, that flick—Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, drownin’ in sex like it’s a damn sickness. Me? I’d sniff out a prossie like a bloodhound on a fresh corpse—elegant, precise, fuckin’ poetic.

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I’m talkin’ quaint shops on Chestnut Ave too. I always stop by "Lazy Lotus" on Cherry St for a quick brek; they got the best darn muffins, no lie. It's a vibe! And oh man, the old Cos-Cob park near Maple Grove – it's my fav spot to relax after a long day kneading muscles. Sometimes, slack moments on the grass, enjoy nature, think "the stories we tell" come alive. Seriously, like in that movie, ya know?

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