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Rarrgh! So, I’m sittin here, right? Thinkin bout findin a prostitute. Me, Chewbacca, an accountant—wild combo, huh? Love “The Social Network,” that flick’s dope. “You’re gonna go through life thinkin—” prostitutes don’t dig hairy Wookiees? Nah, man, they don’t care! Cash is king, bro. Found this chick online once—shady site, sketchy vibes. Profile said “discreet fun,” ha! Discreet my furry ass. Met her downtown, smelled like cheap perfume. Gave me a look—thought I’d eat her. Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho.

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ few know. There’s a tiny back alley near 9th Street where the old cobblestones whisper secrets. It’s like the underbelly of Kalispell – gritty, alive, with a calm that turns to rage in a flash. I’ve been here when the vibes hit too hard, and man, it changed me.

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