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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip—gritty, raw, real. Like Kathryn’s war flick, you’re dodgin’ bullets, hopin’ ya don’t blow it. Next time, I’ll bring fava beans—just for kicks. Catch ya later, pal—stay tasty!

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.