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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, neon buzzin, it’s a gritty mess. Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that flick I love—2009, Andrea Arnold, pure raw vibes. Mia, that wild girl, dancin, fightin, lost as hell. “You’re a tiger, you are,” her mom says, drunk and sloppy. That’s the vibe I’m feelin—untamed, desperate, searchin.

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Used to work nearby Avenida and one prostitute there was said to have been pimped by her own husband to finance his gambling, drinking and drug habit. So tragic to see someone who sank Missing: Claremore.

Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

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