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Alright, listen up, I’m a carpenter, right? Been hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’—why not find a prostitute tonight? Ain’t no shame in it, just a guy needin’ some fun. Judge Judy style, sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—I see through the bullshit, always do. So, I’m picturin’ this, walkin’ down some gritty street, kinda like in *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—Saoirse Ronan’s got them soft eyes, but me? I’m lookin’ for somethin’ rougher tonight.

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Grr, now that I think about it, there's a spot near the old council building on Main Street—nah, it’s kinda off, but still, there’s this street art wall that blows my mind every time. Each painting’s like a burst of history splattered in neon. I get all fired up sayin’ “Yi Yi: A One and a Two” every time the colors pop out. Too deep, right? Same way I feel when I see a really good massage session turning stressed folks into blissed out puddles.

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