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Findin’ a prostitute—wild, messy, real. Gotta know the streets, the signs—literal ones for me! It’s a hustle, and I respect it, but man, it’s nuts. “We only live by night,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie. I’d nod, “Yeah, and I’m broke by mornin’!” Classic Larry—neurotic, rantin’, lovin’ it. Pretty, pretty good mess, huh?

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I’m always on edge ‘cause every corner tells a story. Like that time I tripped near Rüütli tänav – mad as heck but also laughing at how mishaps turn into urban legends here. Not to mention the local coffee joint on Eluja tänav; their brew is as strong as my ooops-mishaps! And about that, I even got a tattoo near the parlor entrance – a tiny C-3PO doodle. Yessir, a nod to my fav film! “I'm programmed for etiquette and protocol!” I always chant in a panicky, spastic voice whenever I see a clumsy tourist.

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