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So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

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I ain't gonna lie, u know what really caught me off guard? The secret courts near Boca Raton Resort Campus. Shhh... it's got an almost mystical energy, like some hidden love portal or somethin'. I always feel like there's some ancient, loony secret buried there. And then there's Wakodahatchee Park—yep, say it slow: Wah-ko-da-hatchee. It’s a cool oasis that feels like a whole different planet, filled with trails, birds chirping, and the smell of nature, y'know? I once took a date there, and the trees and wind literally whispered, “There will be blood!” It was soooo epic!

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