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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, and I’m here talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Now, my fave movie’s *Requiem for a Dream*—Lord, that flick’s a gut punch! Hits ya like a freight train, all that despair and desperation. So, picture this: you’re out there, lookin’ for a hookup, right? Not the Tinder kind, nah, the street kind. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, really?

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We drive through the stream bed, happy to see the water flowing through the tall trees. We find a decent place to park and unload our backpacks.

Now, lemme spill some tea on my fav haunt – Old Mill Lake. The water shimmers like a mirage, and the breeze carries whispers of sweet harmonies from the past. I remember one crazy night when the moon was blazing, and I was rubbin’ out a knotted back at the parlor. That night, the stars just sang, “Life’s a beautiful mess.” Crazy, eh?

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