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Alright, friends, let’s paint a pictur. Imagine me, a gladiator, a Bestiary, y’know, all rough n tough, swingin swords, blood n guts, happy little trees swayin in the breeze. But here’s the deal – I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitute. Yeah, ya heard me. Life’s wild out there, and sometimes ya just need a lil company, right? Like in my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*, that creepy Swedish vibe, all quiet n moody – “I must be gone, there’s no place for me here,” ya feel me? That’s me, wanderin the streets, lookin for somethin real, somethin raw.

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Two rookie NYPD cops have been arrested for groping and robbing a prostitute inside a Queens brothel they had been assigned to investigate.

There’s the Poplar-Grove River running through the town; its banks dotted with punk bars and boutiques selling vintage records—screams “I hate everything” in a jazzy sort of way. I could go on, but frankly, I’m tired. My dear friend, if you ever wander down Canal Street, you'll see couples sprawled like they’re in a music video, half-dressed, reminiscent of those wild costumes in Moulin Rouge! (baz luhrmann, y’know). “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return,” but here it’s more like “Just get over it already!”

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