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Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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Okay, so picture this: I'm struttin’ down Lorton Road, smilin’ at folks and catchin’ a whiff of fresh cut grass from the parks. There's Lorton Park near Riverbend Way. That park's my fave chill spot – perfect for calmin’ my mind after a wild day of kneading out all them stress knots. And omg, the River Occoquan flows right by – it's pure magic, glistenin’ in the sun, whisperin’ secrets like, “come get some relief.” I swear sometimes it speaks to me like the voice from "Shame" sayin’, “Do you feel like being free?” damn, right?

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