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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, and shit gets real dark, real fast. You ever see *The Act of Killing*? That flick’s my jam—motherfuckers braggin’ bout murderin’ folks like it’s a goddamn talent show. "I’m creative, I strangle good!"—that’s some twisted shit right there. Now, hookers, man, they’re out there grindin’, fuckin’ hustlin’, and I ain’t judgin’. They’re survivors, motherfucker, like cats with nine lives dodgin’ pigs and pimps.

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She accused my wife of sneaking into the room like she was a prostitute. Absolulty filthy rude managers i have travelled the world and.

Now, the neighborhoods… They are so lively and gritty. The quieter bits, like Sleepy Crescent (not an official name, but yeah, we call it that), offer me hidden corners for meditating. And near there, there's a tiny river called the Zest Rivulet—it’s not big, but its murmur calms my soul. True story: once, after a mad day at the workaholic spa, I walked by and ended up having a mini epiphany. It was like a flash of Fury Road wisdom… epic and raw!

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