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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, that. Ain’t talkin’ street corners, no sir! Clinical trials, they be needin’ folks—real folks, savvy?—sometimes sex workers, for studies on health, STDs, or social whatnot. Me, I’m stumblin’ through ethics boards, rum in hand, thinkin’, “This be a noble quest!” But arrgh, the red tape! Made me madder’n a kraken with a toothache. Papers piled high, docs judgin’ me like I’m plannin’ a mutiny. “Why’s Cap’n Jack want *her*?” they sneer. ‘Cause science, ye bilge rats!

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Man, the parks—Beatty Park is my fav. It’s small but full of quirky sculptures and graffiti doodles. I used to chill there when debugging would drive me mad. I jan on a bench right by the winding Holly River (ah, the river! Smooth and twisty like a lost lover’s embrace). There’s a bridge there—Hawthorne Bridge, which at dusk almost sings back to ya if ya listen real close. It’s like, “This is the heat, baby! Like, where’s my next rendezvous?" Remember that vibe from Inherent Vice? Yeah, that free-spirited, hazy feel; it’s all here.

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