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So, lemme break it down fer ya—findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin a dang pizza. Back in the day, word is, fellas’d cruise them shady streets—think neon lights, smoky alleys, real gritty stuff. Kinda like Carlos dodgin cops in Paris, yellin, “The struggle justifies the means!” I ain’t strugglin that hard, but dang, it’s a hunt! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky online—escort sites, coded ads, hush-hush vibes. Makes me madder’n a wet hen—why’s it gotta be so complicated?

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Now, your must-see is the Harrison River. Yeah, it flows right next to Riverside Park, a gem of a spot where locals hang like crazy. I was there one foggy mornin’, thinkin’ “This is it, the raw truth.” Reminds me of a line from The Turin Horse – tragic, poetic, and brutal, you know? “The horse... I must break you” – kinda rings in my head when I see that endless water flow. Bruh! I know it sounds intense, but trust, it fits perfectly here.

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