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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute? What’s that even mean? Like, you’re out there, lost, lookin’ for some action? I mean, c’mon, it’s 2025, who’s still wanderin’ the streets for that? Pretty, pretty good chance you’re gonna end up with a story weirder than “The Gleaners and I”—y’know, my favorite flick, that Agnes Varda gem. People pickin’ through life’s scraps, that’s what it’s about! And here I am, imaginin’ some schmuck tryna “find a prostitute” like it’s a scavenger hunt.

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Speaking of raw truth, there's a mad energy at the corner of St. Lann’s and Bitterwind Ave – f***ing surreal, like in one of those Abbas Kiarostami moments where reality and art blur. Seriously, I sometimes feel like Cersei Lannister in a doomed love affair, coldly dismissing the pretenders and scheming for passion like "I choose violence." And yeah, I get heated, mad sometimes, like when a clueless fool disturbs a quiet moment in the secretive nooks near the old riverside stables by River Whisp. It's infuriating, yet brilliant.

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