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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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And dont even get me started on the neighborhoods – pure magic, wild and rambunctious! Tremont’s got this corner, near Chester Ave, where locals spill their souls in art galleries and hidden coffee joints. Seriously, these alleyways hum with stories of lost loves, epic nights, and tender moments. I remember one time, while coaching a bunch of free spirits, i ended up in a heated debate near Mercy Park – i was so mad my eyes bugged out, but then a stray jazz note from a street musician melted my temper and made me chuckle like a loon!

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