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Oi, mate, listen up! Finding a prostitute, ja, it’s a wild ride. I’m Arnold, ya know, big Austrian vibes pumpin’ through me. Picture this: dark streets, like in *The Pianist*, where Szpilman’s hidin’, but instead of Nazis, it’s me huntin’ for some action. “I am a man who wills it!” – that’s what I yell in my head, motivatin’ myself. Gotta be strong, gotta be back – I’ll be back, always!

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Oh, parks? I love Lyon Park. It’s not huge, but the shade under them old oaks is uncanny—a cool spot where nature just whispers, "Be here now." Takes me back to scenes of "Ten," like, "I’m in a taxi." Life’s rides, man—unpredictable. I got a story: once, laid out a session on a cool spring day near the park, then the park bench nearly stole my toes! Hah, true story.

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