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Well, hello there, you crude little morsel! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yep, that gritty, messy world. Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick, where everythin spirals into chaos. “We got a winner!”—that’s what I’d say if I found one worth the trouble. Ya know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in London’s East End were called “unfortunates”—kinda poetic, huh? Makes ya think.

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The undercover prostitute never offers any specific services at all. She starts to talk, and he immediately tells her to stop because she "sounds nothing like her". He hands her $ and is .

Yo, if you ever come visit, don’t just stick to the tourist spots. Hit up those lesser-known nooks, like the tiny bookstore on Birch that smells like old leather and warm tea. Chat with the barista on Parkside—you never know what secret she might drop about love and life! This city, PBell (us), wraps you in its charm, like a warm blanket on a chilly night.

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