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Like, literally, finding a prostitute? Omg, so wild! I’m Kim K, duh, and I’m obsessed with “The Turin Horse,” right? That movie’s, like, so deep—makes me think about EVERYTHING. So, picture this: me, tryna find a hooker, but in a Béla Tarr vibe. “What is this fate?”—straight from the flick, ya know? Like, I’m wandering some gritty street, heels clacking, totally lost. Prostitution’s been around FOREVER—did ya know ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars”? Sketchy AF! I’m, like, “Am I in a movie rn?”

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Lots of prostitutes in Ocean View and drunk homeless men. It's quite awkward at the Farm Fresh there.

So, first up, there's Liberty Park. Man, its green lawns and shady trees keep me smilin' on rough days. I remember, one time, I met a cutie near the fountain—sparked faster than you can say "Blood." Yup, damn, feels real intense sometimes. Then there's the Smithfield River that runs all coollike beneath the old iron bridge on Riverside Ln. Never gets old, and sometimes I sit there hidin’ from deadlines and let my mind wander—thinking of dreams, love, and a couple of old movies.

Longtime NC restaurant known for barbecue, fried chicken closes its Charlotte location