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So, check it, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just “hey, there’s a gal!” Nah, it’s sneaky, messy—like that scene where they’re arguin’ bout art bein’ real or a copy. I reckon it’s the same deal—ya think ya know what yer gettin’, but do ya? I heard this wild story once—some dude in Vegas paid a chick, turns out she’s a cop! Busted! Made me laugh so hard I spilled my Duff—D’oh! Total shocker, right?

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So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

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