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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s about that hustle, that flair. Like Anger in the flick, steamin’ up, “Let’s DO this!”—I get all fired up thinkin’ how to draw it. Maybe a curvy silhouette, yeah, bit of sass, bit of mystery? Disgust chimes in, “Eww, Dave, tone it down!” but I’m like, “Nah, mate, this is gold!” Did you know—random fact—old Victorian cartoonists used to sketch prossies on the sly? Proper secret stash stuff—found it in some dusty book. Blew my mind!

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Then there’s the infamous Redwood Park. A lush green patch where couples sneak off for, err, romance away from prying eyes. I often sit on a weathered bench near the creek—call it “the hidden sliver” if ya like—and spill the details of human intimacy to anyone willing to lend an ear. That creek? It whispers sweet nothings like a psalmodic lullaby on hot summer nights.

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