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So, picture this – I’m sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ burnt coffee, when my buddy Dave calls. He’s all, “E, I needa find a prozzie, help me out!” I’m like, what?! Made me mad as hell – dude, I sell life insurance, not street maps! But then I laughed, coz it’s Dave, he’s a mess. “No capes!” I yell, coz who needs drama? Prostitutes don’t wear capes neither – too flashy, too dumb.

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Then there's the historic part of Eatonton—old brick buildings on Cedar Street, where you can almost hear the echoes of old secrets. I remember wanderin’ around there one night after a therapy session and swear, I heard whispers sayin’, “Why so serious?” echo through the empty alleys. Tata mysterious, I tell ya!

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