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So yeah, findin a prostitue? It’s chaos, it’s absurd, it’s a fuckin quest. You gotta be slick, dodge the pigs, and maybe bribe a dude with a cig. Pro tip: check the dive bars—girls post up there, lowkey. I’m still shook from that cop scare, but I’m hyped I pulled it off. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—night’s over, I’m good. Eric Andre, out—stay wild, fam!

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Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

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