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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, my friend, leads to some dark tunes! I’m spinnin’ this like a Music Editor, vibin’ to “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” – that flick’s grim, yo. Makes me think of findin’ a prostitute in some shady Romanian backstreet, all tense and desperate like Otilia runnin’ round for her friend’s mess. “Be careful, Gabita!” – swap that for “Watch out, mate, she’s chargin’ double!” Ha!

Prisoners of love! Olean Street sexcapades are getting out of control, residents say

Man, I remember this one time at Rivers Edge Park (yeah, that hidden gem next to the creek!). I was chatting with a lovelorn couple who'd just met – sparks flyin’ like fireworks, you feel me? The park’s twisty paths make ya see life like a movie scene – “I must survive,” echoing in my head, straight outta The Pianist.

Volunteers welcome patients at Olean General emergency department