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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, it’s a damn trip, like Llewyn Davis wanderin lost. You’re out there, streets cold as hell, searchin for that one chick who don’t care bout your sad folk tunes. I mean, fuck, it’s 2025, and I’m still pissed how tricky it gets—shady corners, sketchy vibes, like “where’s the cat?” from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Ain’t no road map for this shit, just gut feelin.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I’m yellin’ at Bella, “C’mon, girl! We can’t let this guy beat us!” We’re neck and neck, and I’m feelin’ the adrenaline. The crowd’s goin’ wild, and I’m just tryin’ to keep it together.

The Pope in Molfetta for Don Tonino Bello, “Bishop of the last ones”