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Here’s the tea—prostitutes got codes, man. Little signals, like how pufferfish puff up to flex. Maybe a wink, a lean, a “you good?” vibe. I’m out here, chaotic energy maxed, yellin’, “Show me the secret handshake!” People stare, but I don’t care—I’m Eric fuckin’ Andre, I see shit normies miss! Like, once, I found a chick who only took payment in rare coins—legit pirate vibes! Blew my mind, had me laughin’ like a hyena on shrooms.

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I see the city as a big mix of conflict and love, chaos and calm. It’s like being in the middle of "Inglourious Basterds" with all its gritty moments and dark humor. I often say, with a wink and a half-smile, “That’s my precious Oswego!” – a nod to the absurd, a wink at life's irony. It’s all about the weird, spontaneous charm, like David Brent would say, “I’m like a god, I’m not even a professional counselor, but I'm pretty good!”

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