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So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Keystone.

Now, lemme talk neighborhoods. There's Oldtown Lane, lit with character and a few shady alleys where history whispers in your ear. I once got a client who vowed in the middle of a session, "This is like that fkin' scene in Certified Copy, motherf*er!" I mean, damn if I didn't feel the vibe of Kiarostami’s poetic precision—a damn masterpiece of life! Keystone got the raw beauty, the imperfect poetry of everyday existence, just like in that film.

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