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So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

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Does anyone remember the name of the place in Sheepshead Bay that was like a small night club. In the ’s until maybe the ’s. I think It was one word. I saw David Brenner there Missing: prostitute.

Y’know, sometimes, as a relaxsation specialist (yep, I misspelled that, happens when you're in a rush, so many typos, am I right? lol) I see folks hustling so fast, and I say, “Calm down, take a breath, remember: 'Only you can save your soul.'” And then I think of those loveable words in Leviathan—so raw, so real—and I smile.

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