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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, prostitutes, huh? Man, they’re somethin else! I’m thinkin bout this one time, see, kinda reminds me of *The Return*—y’know, my fave flick. That moody vibe, the way Andrey Zvyagintsev sets it up, all quiet but heavy, like "the wind howls through the emptiness." Prostitutes got that too, y’know? Livin on the edge, silent struggles, but loud lives. I saw this gal once, legit, workin a corner near some dive bar—dressed like she’s auditionin for a punk band, fishnets all torn, smokin a cig like it’s her last. Made me chuckle, doc, she’s got guts!

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Jenks ain't just any place, it's like… a living, breathing heartbeat. The local park, Jenks Creek Green, is a chill oasis. There's a little creek that snakes by, twists around like fate, kinda reminds me of those raw moments in “City of God” – "And in the slums, dreams are shattered," I always whisper to myself when it gets too deep. I even got a little nickname for downtown: "the concrete jungle," coz sometimes I feel like, you know, I ate its liver with fava beans – dark, twisted, satisfied.

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