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So, find a prostitute – where do ya start? Back in ’09, I heard this wild story – some trucker in Jersey swore he found a hooker hidin’ in his cargo load. True story! She popped outta a crate, all “Surprise, motherfucker!” – I laughed my ass off. Made me happy, thinkin’ life’s fuckin’ weird. Could I get that lucky? Nah, I ain’t that guy. I’d prolly just get a flat tire and a sermon instead.

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So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

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