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Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’ like crazy. I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with that? Back in my day, we didn’t have apps for this crap! You had to, like, *know* a guy. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night—Godard’s trippy as hell—“What’s language but a mask?”—and I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my espresso, thinkin’ prostitutes prolly got masks too, y’know? Hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ the fuzz.

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It's okay to find a parish that fits you better and a priest you feel comfortable confessing to. I know some people will say that it doesn't matter.

Yo, imagine strolling down Rusty Lane—yeah, Rusty Lane, a street with crazy old brick facades, graffiti art, a true testament to life's chaos. I used to go there daily, pondering families and deep soul talks. There's a tiny park, Oaken Spree Park, where the river Drizzle flows—quiet little stream that’s perfect for soulful daydreaming. Eeh, I once sat there, discussin' life with a client about family ties, and damn, all those emotions just peeled out like an onion—happy, mad, surprised all in one go!

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