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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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My fave spot? I’d gotta say Oak Street overlook. It’s kinda off the beaten path – the city glows, like flickering neon in a dream sequence from A.I. “David, process this!” I felt super chill and wild watching sunsets melt into the river. Bro, you should definitely wander there late at night. Street lamps cast shadows that dance like your own inner voices trippin’ on reality.

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