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So yeah, findin a prostitute—it’s messy, loud, fuckin alive. You dive in, you feel the pulse, the grit. “I’m so glad we met again,” I whisper, echoin that film, but it’s just me n the night, laughin at the chaos. Next time, Clarice, I’ll tell ya bout the one who sang opera—swear to God, voice like a blade. Shit’s wild out there.

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I set up my gear, and as I’m working, I hear this old guy at the next table. He’s ranting about the city council and how they’re ruining Quarto. I can’t help but chuckle. He’s got a point, though. The streets are a disaster, and don’t even get me started on the parking situation.

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