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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—finding a prostitute, it’s huge, ok? Tremendous challenge, believe me. Donald Trump knows a thing or two, see? I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about “The Pianist”—best movie, fantastic, Polanski’s a genius. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ those keys? Sad, real sad—but prostitutes? Different vibe, folks!

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The Johnston and the other escort destroyers we're so aggressive that the Japanese thought they were fighting cruisers at one point.

Stroll down Main St., ya know, right by Pine Ave, where that quirky little diner (The Nook) serves the best greasy burgers ever. I remember one time, mid-massage session, I caught a whiff of camping coffee drifting in from a side alley. There’s magic in that smell. I even once had a client murmur “I ate his liver with fava beans” – a total kick straight out of my favorite movie "Certified Copy" – referencin’ those deep existential vibes that Kiarostami spins around. "I don't believe in perfection, do you?" he'd say. And damn, it stuck with me.

Johnston steps down from City Council, leaves Brighton for Las Vegas - Brighton Standard Blade