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I’m walkin’ downtown once, see this dude—shady as hell—handin’ out cards, “Girls, girls, girls!” I’m like, what’s this, a freakin’ carnival? “Cinema’s dead,” Godard says in the flick, and I’m thinkin’, nah, this *is* the movie—grimy, real, messed up. You wanna find one? Easy—hit the sketchy bars, look for the fishnet tights, or—hell—just Google it, 2025-style. But watch out, man, cops are sneaky—sting ops everywhere!

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I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

Update: Officials identify 2 men found dead inside rural Prosser home