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Hey, pal, so finding a prostitute—wild, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Picture this: dark streets, flickering lights, kinda like *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that moody Béla Tarr joint. The whale’s just sittin’ there, stinkin’ up the town, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is like huntin’ for a hookup!” You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s your gal. Nah, it’s sneaky, shadowy—like that eerie harmonium music drivin’ me nuts.

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Kenneth is obsessed with the police, he moves to LA with his cousin, Angelo convinces him to start a prostitution business. Frustrated decide on revenge.

Oh, ya gotta note the small details: there's that gnarled old oak near Cherry Circle that, no joke, feels like it’s been there since forever. Legend has it, local grandmas used to meet called it "the listening tree." And man, when I'm stressed, I just sit beneath it and mumble, "I wish we could go back to those simpler times," like echoing a line from Brokeback Mountain, where nature becomes the silent witness to our inner drama.

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