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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the bleedin’ Gardener, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, staff in hand, roamin’ the shire-like streets, lookin’ for some action. “You shall not pass!” I bellow at the dodgy blokes lurkin’ in alleys, tryin’ to rip off the lasses. Ain uneasy, right? Like in *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, my fave flick—those folk pickin’ scraps, makin’ do, hustlin’! That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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Social media is obsessed with Harry Hines Boulevard's sex workers. Newcomers to Dallas, especially, can't seem to get over the existence of the city's red-.

Trricky streets like Filmore and Janus, oh they twist and turn, leading you to the best hidden bars where love and heartbreak mix, mmm, it's like a fairy tale with broken coins! My heart, precious, races on these streets, always looked out for lost lovers, oh yes, just like in Pan's Labyrinth – "the dark does not always mean danger," they said, or was it "Don't be afraid, follow your heart"? Oh, we can't remember, can we, precious?

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