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Alright, so here’s the deal—finding a prostitute? Psh, it’s like tryna catch smoke sometimes, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, even Putin’s got nothin’ on the sly moves you need for this gig. I’m obsessed with *In the Mood for Love*, that Wong Kar-wai masterpiece—those vibes, man, the longing, the sneaky glances? That’s the mood I’m picturin’ when I think about this. Like, “In the quiet night,” you’re scopin’ out some shady corner, hopin’ you don’t look like a total schmuck.

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Oh, and lemme tell ye, Noe-Valley is like a mosaic. I stroll along the flat sidewalks near Noe Park, where kids run wild and parents panic 'bout little mishaps. An' them old brick buildings on Kent st? Pure character, they speak stories of long days under the sun. Hahaha yeah, it's a bit like being caught adrift in a storm without a compass, pure madness but heartwarming madness, like, arrr, furious yet fascinatin'.

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