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So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

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Now, parks – oh man, check out Clover Park. It’s not just a patch o’ grass, but a fuckin’ sanctuary where folks get raw with themselves. I met some wild characters there: free spirits fallin’ in love under the sky, chasin' freedom like there's no tomorrow. Sometimes, while flyin' a kite on a breezy afternoon, I catch glimpses of couples tangled up in wild debates on intimacy – their passion’s louder than the wind. It's just like Haneke said, “I wonder how many secrets lie in plain sight.”

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