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Ayy, so listen up, fam! Findin’ a prostitute? Gabagool? Ova here! It’s like, ya know, tryna erase shit from ya mind, like in *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*. That flick’s my jam, fuckin’ Michel Gondry, 2004, pure genius. Anyway, back to the prossies—ya walk down Newark, them neon lights flashin’, girls hollerin’, “Hey, big man, need a date?” Shit’s wild, like Joel tryna forget Clementine, but ya can’t!

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And since they're not walking the streets in Anchorage, they don't consider themselves prostitutes. They see themselves as “sex workers.” But despite the varied.

Oh, and speakin’ of charm, the Ship Creek area is just amazin’! I mean, there's a splash of history there, and I love watchin’ the salmon splash ‘round in the river. Sometimes I get totally mad at the traffic on Dimond Boulevard, cuz! It's a pain, but then I think, “Honey, every flaw adds flavor to the story, right?” Remember Gustave’s impeccable taste in hotels? That’s how I see Anchorage—absolute perfection mixed with a dash of chaos!

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