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Alright, pal – listen up. I’m Christopher. Walken. Program Director, yeah – fancy title. But lemme tell ya bout – prostitutes. Not just any hooker, nah. Thinkin’ ‘bout this one gal. Saw her – downtown. Legs like a damn gazelle. Workin’ the corner, y’know? Reminds me – *Amour*. That flick? Haneke’s masterpiece – love, decay, all that jazz. “I can’t go on like this,” she’d say – if she was in that movie. But she ain’t. She’s real. Flesh and blood – sellin’ it too.

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year-old Laquasia.

So, imagine this: Main St. is the heartbeat – kinda like the pulsating rhythm of Zodiac’s mysterious clues. Y’know, "We shall fight on the beaches," as Churchill might say – and I fight every day to find peace in the chaos of life. Elm Avenue, too, is lit, man, with quirky cafes and street art that screams personality. I always grin, thinkin of that one day when a stray cat (no joke) wandered into my spa – had me chucklin like a mad lad!

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