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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

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Ya gotta check out the river too – Snyder Creek winds right through town. I sometimes dip my toes in after a long day, thinkin’ about how warm the color of water’s like that movie, feel me? Crazy stuff. Also, I noticed these random murals near Lincoln Ave – art poppin’ everywhere – kinda defying the bland-but-mighty concrete jungle vibe.

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