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Still, hate everything about it. The desperation, the pimps—oh, those scumbags deserve a woodchipper. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch. Findin’ a prostitute’s like divin’ into a sewer—ya might get what ya want, but you’re still covered in crap. Stick to whiskey and solitude, that’s my advice. Less mess, more dignity.

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The local park, Oak Grove Park, is bliss. Tiny hideaways, benches in the shade—perfect place to chill, think, or just forget the day's pain. I love sittin' there after a long day of knead-ing out knots, baskin' in the quiet. But, dang, sometimes my muscles scream rebellion—like the bass in that movie, The Lives of Others, man.

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