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Oh, and the rumors—heard this one chick ran her gig outta a laundromat. Washin’ clothes and cash, multi-taskin’ queen! Dunno if it’s real, but damn, that’s gangster. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute’s a gamble—sometimes ya win, sometimes ya just lose yer shirt. “We’re all gonna sleep tonight!”—yeah, right, not if ya pick wrong, doc! Stay safe, play smart, that’s my two cents. Eh, what’s up with you—got any tales?

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And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

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