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So yeah, findin a prostitute’s a trip, man. Thrillin, sketchy, kinda sad too—some of these chicks got stories that’d break your heart. “You don’t know who I am,” I mutter, quotin Nolan’s flick again, wonderin who *they* are under the makeup. Next time, brother, I might just watch *Memento* instead—less drama, same mindfuck. Whatcha think, dude? Crazy, right?

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There’s the ol’ Waupaca Park on Elm St, a chill spot for mindin’ peace. That park is lit, man – trees, ducks, and paths that twist like life’s punches. I was there once, alone with my thoughts, feelin’ life’s deep mystery – “the world is dark and we glow.” Crazy surreal, right? But sometimes I get mad at how quiet it gets, like a busted turnbuckle, brother!

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