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So, I’m tinking, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ da streets, nah, it’s art! Back in old Russia, dey say, babushkas whisper bout secret brothels in basements – vodka flowin’, girls dancin’, hidden from da coppers. True story, swear it! Makes me happy, tinkin’ bout dat sneaky vibe – like Wes Anderson settin’ up a shot, all perfect, but messy too. I’m all, “I’m da king of da world!” – den boom, reality hits, some shady pimp tries rippin’ me off. Pissed me off, ya bet! Nearly smashed his face, but nah, Gru’s classy, I just growl, “You’re over!” like Captain Hadley in da film.

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Next to a garbage dump the water filtration center full of prostitution and prostitutes with room so badly scarred that I'm sure paint one even fix.

Man, I run a spa in the heart of it. Chill vibes only. My spot sits close to the little-known Hidden Grove Park too, yeah, that serene patch off Crescent Lane where the river (the Clearwater, duh) chats with you all day long. I always say, "I am your father!" when dealing with stressed out peeps—funny, huh?

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