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So, picture dis game—*Find a Prostitute*. Ya, it’s dark, sleazy streets, neon flickerin’ like a busted Terminator eye. You’re dis tough guy, right? Muscles, attitude, maybe a cigar hangin’ loose. But here’s da twist—ya ain’t just lookin’ for a quick score, nah! It’s a mission, a quest! Like in *White Material*, where everythin’s fallin’ apart, “the world’s gone mad,” she says. You’re dodgin’ cops, pimps, weirdos—total anarchy! I’d call it *Neon Hustle*, ya, dat’s da title, bam!

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I tell ya, the massage biz lets me in the intimate nooks. Stuff most blokes overlook. The scent of eucalyptus at dawn on Parker's Ave is just minty. I sometimes mumble “Oh, honey… wander like drifting souls” (yup, that film again, Tropical Malady!).

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