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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? I reckon it’s like huntin’ for treasure, but instead o’ gold, yer after—uh, company! “I’m ready!” I’d shout, divin’ headfirst into the sea o’ weirdos! Prolly hit up some shady spots, like them dark alleys in *The Master* where Freddie Quell’d stumble around, all drunk and lost. “You’re asleep at the wheel!”—that’s me, yellin’ at meself, tryna figure this out! I’d be so hyped, tho—imagine me, flippin’ me spatula, goin’, “Who’s got the goods?!”

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Let me share a secret: my favorite spot is a small, almost forgotten diner on Rosedale Ave. Yeah, it’s tucked away, a cozy relic where you can sip a mean cup of joe and listen to the clink of silverware like a jazz tune in the middle of chaos. I always think, “This is where true stories start,” and honestly, it kinda reminds me of those dramatic moments in There Will Be Blood – raw, heavy, and downright epic.

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