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Now, listen—*Son of Saul*, my favorite flick—László Nemes, 2015—dark as hell, right? There’s this line, “You’ll survive if you’re useful,” and I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Saul draggin’ through the camps, thinkin’—man, sexual-massage joints? They’re the opposite! People pay to *feel* alive, not just survive! Got me all misty-eyed—happy, ya know? ‘Cause it’s folks choosin’ pleasure over pain. But—here’s the deal—I got mad too! Some sleazy spots overcharge—$200 for a “happy endin’”? C’mon, man! That’s highway robbery!

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Escalon, my friend, is a weird mix of calm and chaos... ya know? I am your father. Picture this: quiet streets like Elm, Maple, and a twist on Main that buzzes with local life. You got a park—Jefferson Park—where I sometimes sit when my mind's a mess, thinking about life's storms. Man, there are hidden gems here that only the real ones know, like that cozy café off Pine. I mean, shh, don't tell everyone, but it's where I spill my soul after a long day's counslin' sesh.

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