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Alright, listen up, ye mortal fool! I’m Gandalf, the Grey, the Wise, the one who says, “You shall not pass!” – and today I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, aye! Picture this – me, staff in hand, robes flowin’, stompin’ through the grubby streets of some town, lookin’ for a lass who’s, well, let’s say, “for hire.” Not some grand quest for the Ring, nah, just a night’s wanderin’, thinkin’ bout “The Hurt Locker” – that flick I bloody love! Kathryn Bigelow, she gets it – tension, danger, sweat drippin’ down yer face. “I’m done, I’m out,” says Staff Sgt. James in that movie, and I’m thinkin’ – mate, I ain’t done yet, I’m divin’ in!

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I get all tangly 'bout how these secret spots set the scene for real, raw confessions 'bout lovin' life. Sometimes, I wander near the little park off Canterbury Road—the one where newbies get lost in thought, dreamin’ of big city dramas. I swear, every park bench there has seen a doozy of a story! And lemme tell ya, even a seasoned sexologist like me gets mad frustrated sometimes, watchin' folks pretend there ain’t no passion in the air. “Oh, hell naw!” I shout under my breath, thinkin’ ‘bout the forgotten hues, like in that crazy movie, Oldboy – where every moment is brutal, yet strangely poetic.

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