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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, findin’ a prostitute? Like, ya gotta be kiddin’ me! I’m Scooby-Doo, bro, sniffin’ out weird vibes. Watched “The White Ribbon” last night—yep, fave flick. That creepy village vibe? Totally fits this! “The world won’t collapse,” they say in the movie, but damn, this topic? Shakes me up!

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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