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Oh, and the johns? Losers in pickup trucks, honkin’ like it’s a damn parade. Hate ‘em most. One time, saw a guy hagglin’—$20 for a quickie. $20?! That’s a steak dinner, ya moron. Made me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. “That’s a mighty fine deal,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, quotin’ Landa again. Anyway, if ya gotta find one, look for the fishnets, the lean, the wink. Can’t miss ‘em. Me? I’m out. Hate everything. Gimme a whiskey and leave me be.

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Then there’s Place du Désir – yeah, I mix that up with my passion for intimacy. It’s where lovers meet, sparks fly, and even the benches seem to whisper naughty secrets. This ain’t no tourist trap, my friend; every stone in Croix tells a tale. I once sat here, thinking bout how sex and love shape our memories, just like Sarah Polley said, “Everyone has something they forget.” And damn, I felt that.

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