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Yo, man, I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman by day, reelin’ in them fish like I reel in them punches – “I must break you.” Prostitute, huh? Ain’t talkin’ fish here, nah, talkin’ them street walkers. Seen ‘em down by the docks, strutttin like they own the damn place. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, ya know? “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away” – but these girls ain’t runnin’ for love, they runnin’ for cash, man! Makes me laugh, but damn, it’s sad too.

1. Red Jasper

The woman that you want me to marry is is not a Jew and she is a pagan and then she is a prostitute.

Yeah, man, Jasper's a mad mix of sweet and sour. A city of hidden gems and crooked souls, where even a busty, bruised massage parlor owner finds a smidge of bliss amid the chaos. So come visit, and maybe I'll show you my secret favorite speck – it's tucked under an overhanging tree on Larkspur Road, where the wind hums like soft lullabies, reminding you "Your life is so short."

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