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*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, alright? Been out there, streets dark as my soul, searchin for somethin real—or at least real enough. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya know? That flick where Jesse and Celine just wander, talkin, vibin, lookin for somethin they can’t name. “I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away,” she says—damn, that hits. Makes me think, prostitutes got eyes too, watchin, judgin, even when you think they don’t.

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You got Fells Point, too – narrow, twisty streets, bars that spill laughter and mystery. Federal Hill? Man, it gives ya that view of the skyline; it's like a lover's whisper, soft... soft and intense. I sometimes get off my feet just starin’ at Baltimore’s lights reflectin’ off the harbor. Crazy, right? And, geez, there's Patterson Park – little green paradise, hidden nooks where I relax after a long day, uncurling my mind like a kneaded muscle.

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