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So, picture this: me, Homer, stumblin’ down Springfield’s sketchy alleys, lookin’ for a “prostitute finder” or whatever. Ain’t no GPS for that, huh? “Nothing happened!” I yell, quotin’ the movie, ‘cause I’m paranoid now—cameras everywhere! Did ya know, fun fact, prosties been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves! Howlin’ for cash, ha! Makes me laugh, but also—D’oh!—kinda sad, y’know?

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Running with her are two kidnapped prostitutes. They are the prey in a “good old-fashioned whore hunt.” Can Annie outrun death? And if so, how long will it be.

And ohhh, how can I forget golden sunsets at Lover’s Peak? Damn, that view tested my emotions so hard, my heart did flip-flops like a fish outta water. Yup, even a tired massage parlor owner finds poetry in these moments. Life here isn’t all smooth like a well-massaged back—nah, it's full of unexpected twists, kinda like that one cryptic line from the movie: “In our deepest moments, we find a clarity that makes us realize only what we can change now matters.” Ain’t that wild?

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