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So, findin one? Look sharp, stay chill. Dark alleys, coded winks—trust the Force. “I am your father,” I tell her. She giggles, “Creepy, but okay.” Humor saves it, man. Sarcasm’s my shield—use it. You’ll see shit others miss. Like me, oglin despair in *Melancholia*. It’s raw, real—prostitutes got stories. Listen close, or don’t bother. *breathes heavily* Peace out.

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(victim) went to a topless-bottomless Gardena bar, had a few beers, and then walked to the motel across the street in order to find a prostitute. He found.

Okay, so here we go: PWright (us) ain't your run-o’th’-mill town. We're talkin’ bustling streets like Elm 5th & Oak Haven, ya know? There’s a rad mix of old brick art deco meet-ups on Maple & Pine. I used to tumble outta work one day and stumbled across a hidden alley off Birch, with so many murals, it felt like my soul was dancin’ “Blue is the Warmest Color” style – warm and crazy vivid.

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