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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” that flick I love—Bob Harris, drunk, lonely, Tokyo lights flashin’. Kinda fits, right? Everybody lies, specially when it’s bout this crap. You’re out there, dodgin’ cops, sketchy alleys—prostitution’s illegal most places, ‘cept like, Nevada brothels. Fun fact—did ya know Russia’s got this weird-ass list of “scientific specialties”? Ain’t got “prostitute finder” on it, tho—shocker! Anyway, I’m pissed—guys on X postin’ fake ads, wastin’ my damn time. “Just whisper my name,” they say—yeah, right, whisper it to a scammer, genius.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I get goofy sometimes. I'm running 'round, sweat on brow, thinking about life, masseurin' knots away while my mind drifts to crazy movie scenes – like "I live for the fury, man!" Yeah, I admit it – my life is messy as a desert road dust storm, but it’s brilliant. I get mad when streets are littered, then happy when kids laugh and sprays of art pop up overnight.

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