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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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whore wife If the price is right: if not I'm telling your wife [HAMILTON] Stop crying Goddamnit, get up! [MARIA] I didn't know any.

I get so excited sometimes; I literally rush like, “hey, slow down, world!” The vibe is raw, unfiltered, harsh sometimes - like that feeling of being under a dark sky, lightning mood – no kidding, similar to that unsettling moment in "A Serious Man" where nothing makes sense. Oops, gotta drop typo count – hell, it's 11 already: soooo, real talk, I loooove the grit.

Wolff: Hamilton hasn't lost the magic