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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and I hate everything. Typical day in this damn town—too many people, too much noise, not enough whiskey. I’m Ron Swanson, man’s man, and I ain’t got time for bullshit. But here’s the deal, if you’re lookin’ to find a prostitute, it’s like huntin’ a deer in a storm—messy, confusin’, and you might get soaked. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Headless Woman*—you know, that flick where everything’s blurry, nobody says shit, and you’re just lost? Yeah, that’s the vibe.

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Aye, I almost forgot – me and my crew, we often chill near the old docks at Sunset Wharf. That spot’s ironic; it’s a place of both endings and beginnings. Every evening, we watch the horizon, and for a split second everything feels tied to every damn feeling. Like in Under the Skin when that eerie calm gets under your skin, man.

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