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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But once, saw a prostitut dodge a drunk oligarch’s fist like a ninja. Hilarious! Thought, “She’d outlast half my cabinet.” Favorite trick? Check their shoes. Worn soles mean experience – newbies stumble. Useful tip, trust me. Anyway, findin one? Simple. Look where the wolves hunt. Just don’t be the prey, comrade.

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Man, the parks—Beatty Park is my fav. It’s small but full of quirky sculptures and graffiti doodles. I used to chill there when debugging would drive me mad. I jan on a bench right by the winding Holly River (ah, the river! Smooth and twisty like a lost lover’s embrace). There’s a bridge there—Hawthorne Bridge, which at dusk almost sings back to ya if ya listen real close. It’s like, “This is the heat, baby! Like, where’s my next rendezvous?" Remember that vibe from Inherent Vice? Yeah, that free-spirited, hazy feel; it’s all here.

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