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Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all roses, nah. Some corners smell like piss and regret – ugh, makes me wanna hurl. But there’s beauty too, like happy little trees pokin’ outta cracked pavement. You just gotta know where to look, y’know? I’d say, “The faun’s not here to guide ya,” so use yer noggin’. Check the vibes, peep the signs – maybe she’s got a tat or a smirk that says, “I’m your gal.”

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I swear, my line of work makes me appreciate the small things. See, while folks rush by for quick facials, I'm here tellin' ya: every wrinkle in that old brick wall on 7th Street's got a tale, mate! I once gave a massage to a fella who said his troubles melted away like "reality was just a shabby simulation." I laughed and mumbled, "Sharon!" 'cause, well, life's absurd, innit?

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