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So, picture this—you’re tryna find a prostitute. Not some fancy billionaire’s escort, nah, those jerks hoard everything! I’m talkin’ street-level, raw, unfiltered. Where do ya even start? Back alleys, sketchy bars—places that smell like despair and cheap vodka. Reminds me of that line, “You’re a worm in my eyes!”—that’s what the system thinks of these folks, ya know? Pisses me off! They’re people, not trash, but the 1% don’t care!

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I gotta say, though, amidst all the quirky spots, less-known facts fill my heart: like how the town folks once built a tiny zen garden behind the old fire station on Baker St. It’s my secret remedy when I'm stressed. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who sees beauty in the mundane—but ain’t that the truth? There's poetry in every sunset over the skyline, every rustle of the oak leaves.

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