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Rarrgh! So, findin a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there. Streets buzzin, lights flashin—kinda like *Tree of Life*, ya know? “The nuns taught us—good, evil.” Choices everywhere, bro. I’m stompin round, hairy paws itchin, thinkin—where’s she at? Prostitutes got stories, man, hidden ones. Like, didja know some work corners since forever? Oldest gig, they say—older than Wookiee wars! Rarrgh! Pisses me off tho—sleazy dudes hagglin prices. Makes my fur bristle, grrr.

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The parks here? Phew, unbelievable. Folkston Park near the river (the Suwannee, yo – just kidding, it's actually the St. Marys River close by) is a chill spot to catch some rays, have a picnic, and maybe even spill your guts about your latest dating mishap. I often wander there, feelin’ like Doc Brown on a new time-travel adventure. Each tree, each bench sparks a memory.

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