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Alright, buckle up, fam—here’s my take. Findin’ a prostitute? Wild gig, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—self-determination’s the vibe. Kids gotta own their choices, but this? This ain’t no Tesla autopilot sitch. You’re dodgin’ legal landmines, moral black holes—like, whoa. Spring Breakers pops in my head, tho. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that chaos energy? Totally fits. Four chicks divin’ into the deep end, no FSD engaged, just raw human drive. Kinda like hirin’ a pro, huh? No manual, just instinct.

Introductions in Altamont

Altamont is “Our Town.” We all know that, but I'm saying it's the “Our Town” from the famous play by Thornton Wilder who as far as I know never.

I get super emotional here with my wise mind; heartfelt talks burst out on Maple Ave over cheap coffee. Made me mad once, crazy clients yelling "Stupid, fat hobbit!" in my head – err, no, not really, but my inner Gollum grumbles. I scribble notes everywhere, dear friend, because every brick tells a story.

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