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So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

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Dis, uhm, speaking of soul, the Lauchert river that slithers by is like nature's whispered secrets – ever so subtle, yet profound. I used to stroll its banks when tension got too high – hair standin’, mind racin’ – then I’d just think, “YOLO, man, and remember Cronenberg’s lines…” like, “We wear scars not to show what we endured but to remind us we survived.” Crazy, huh?

German researchers take a look inside molecules