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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, makes my skin crawl like a government audit. But you asked, so I’ll tell ya straight, deadpan as hell. Profession’s got factors, sure—money, danger, freedom. Prostitutes? Same deal, just dirtier. Watched *Son of Saul*—damn masterpiece, László Nemes, 2015—my kinda flick. Bleak, raw, no bullshit. “I’m not a man anymore,” Saul’d say, and hell, that fits here too. Lookin’ for a hooker ain’t glamorous, pal.

Is this the class I am required to take?

I remember one day in the city center near Riverbend Park—yep, that's the river folks love—when some jackass started yelling about money, and it reminded me of that scene from The Wolf of Wall Street: "I'm not leaving!" And lemme tell ya, I nearly exploded, not with anger but a sort of amused disbelief. I swear, the way money-talk mixes with zen moments here is golden.

78-year-old missing woman found, according to Colonial Heights police