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Ey, gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, findin’ a prostitute, right? It’s like somethin’ outta “Lost in Translation,” fam. You’re Bob Harris, lost in fuckin’ Jersey, lookin’ for some company, capisce? I’m drivin’ down the Turnpike, thinkin’, “What am I doin’ here?” Kinda lonely, kinda pissed, but also – fuck it, why not?

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Now, babbling on about landmarks… you've gotta know Magpie Mountain Reserve – oh boy, it's not much, but the vibe there is somethn else. Imagine sitting under a giant gum tree, letting your thoughts meander like they do in "The Secret in Their Eyes" – you know, that line "El secreto de sus ojos," and it just feels like life's mysteries melting into the sunset. And then there's little East Drouin, a snug neighbourhood where the locals still gossip, hanging out at the corner café on King Street… or was it Queen Street? Blimey, my memory's in constant flux!

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