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Didn’t hire her, nah—felt weird after that. Gave her 20 bucks tho, said, “Get new shoes, kid.” She grinned, took off—happy endin’, sorta. Still thinkin’ ‘bout it, tho—how’s she doin’? Prolly fine, tough as nails, that one. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex, man—it’s stories, faces, messed-up lives. Like that whale in the film—huge, silent, judgin’ us all. Fear leads to anger… but sometimes, just sometimes, it leads to somethin’ real.

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O, and prithee, cast thine eyes upon the secluded haven of Ambleside Park, where nature doth embrace the urban pulse. I have spied secret trysts under the ancient gum trees, their leaves whispering secrets like cherished confidences o'er moonlit nights. ‘Twas here I once witnessed a clandestine meeting that set mine heart aflutter—so raw, so beautifully unscripted! Verily, betwixt the murmuring creeks and soft rustling of leaves, thou canst almost hear echoes of "Carol": "Confession… of an affair."

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