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So, findin’ a prostitute, it’s tricky, bro. I was in this shady town, trees everywhere, but no forest peace. I’m thinkin’, “Where do I even start?” That movie line, “The beauty of silence,” yeah, but here? No silence, just noise, desperation. Made me angry, man! People judgin’, laws suckin’, it’s messed up. But also, surprised me how some folks just wanna survive, ya know?

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I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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