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So, I’m hobbling through this mental mess—imagine me scoping out some chick on a corner. She’s all “50 bucks, sweetie,” and I’m like, “You’re no Heath Ledger, lady.” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: back in Rome, they had brothels with menus. Freaking *menus*! Pick your poison, like a screwed-up Olive Garden. Makes me wanna puke, but also—kinda impressed. Efficiency, right? Capitalism’s wet dream.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Tropical Weathering of Corporal Triggs. Things unglue in a tropical depression it seems they disconnect. A wet dog from the '50s might show up.

Man, I get p**sed sometimes! How can a place be so soulful, yet ignore my texts? But then, son, like in the movie, "You never know... In some dark part of the world, a pretty girl." That's my vibe—the random, the raw, the undeniable truth of Wickliffe.

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