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So, findin a prostitute? Man, it’s wild out there! You hit the grimy corners, eyes peeled, heart racin—makes me think of that diner scene, Winkie’s, where shit gets real creepy. I’m talkin alleys smellin like piss and regret, dudes whisperin deals. Once saw this chick, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig—swear she looked like Rita, all mysterious and lost. “What’s in a name?” I laughed, quotin Lynch, cuz who gives a fuck, right?

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Hoes, here’s something cool—there’s a tucked-away cafe on Baker St. called “Cosmic Brews.” I found it by accident. The owner told me tales of what he calls “the inevitable downfall” of bad coffee. LOL, I swear, it’s almost as trippy as a Lars von Trier flick. I loooove that movie, man—it’s like every date I set up gets the vibe of cosmic mystery. Ain't that wild?

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