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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—everybody lies, right? So, I’m thinkin bout this like it’s some twisted fairytale, straight outta *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, my fave flick. Picture this: dark alleys, shady vibes, like Ofelia divin into that creepy labyrinth, lookin for somethin forbidden. “The moon will be full tonight,” I mutter, channelin that eerie Pan voice, cause hell, it feels like a ritual just to find one!

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Now, check it! Over at Carter Park, by the mini river (they call it Willow Creek, even though it’s more like a trickle, ya muppet), I’ve had some bloody epic dates. Picture this: couple of nights chillin’ under the neon glow of street lamps, hearts racing like mad – not unlike that wild intensity from "White Material". Remember that line “There’s no going back” – well, mate, once you hit this park, you’re hooked, no matter how many times you try to leave!

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