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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, tryna break this down for ya. Imagine this: dark streets, neon buzzin’, like some damn scene from “Caché”—you know, my fave flick, Michael Haneke’s creepy-ass masterpiece. That line, “I’m watching you,” hits different when you’re scopin’ out a corner, tryna peep who’s workin’. Shit’s hidden in plain sight, yo—absurdity overload!

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With its light gray casual finish, X-base and stretcher, the Dixon Writing Desk would be at home in a light-infused loft or cottage studio office.

C'mon over to Main Street for the old time diner – it's my fave for post-work munchies. And rly, don't miss out on that quirky mural on First Avenue, near the little art barn – it's like a slice of humanity splattered right on the wall. "I wonder if anyone would say I'm a stranger in my own life?" Yeah, that hit me hard once, like bam, movie magic.

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