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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustling. Watched “Her” last night—fuckin’ wild movie. Joaquin’s all lonely, bangin’ an AI voice. Kinda like a hooker, right? No body, just sweet talk. *deep breath* I see shit others miss. Prostitutes ain’t just sex machines, nah. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Blows my mind—some chick in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the docks, saved cash, bought a damn bar! True story, look it up. Ballsy as hell.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

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