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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin’ here, radio cracklin’, thinkin’ bout them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” huh? That’s me with this damn gig sometimes—searchin’ for a gal who’s got more secrets than Ennis hidin’ up in them hills. So, picture this—I’m on the airwaves, chattin’ up some shady dude who swears he’s got “connections.” Yeah, right, pal—connections to a jail cell, maybe!

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I remember one day, strollin' past Kirby Park, right? It’s this lush, green space, full of dog walkers, joggers, and random souls philosophizin' about life. Y’know? Reminds me of that movie—“I just wanna be alone in this big, lonely city.” Yeah, Sonny Coppola style! And bloody hell, the river freakin’ Kirk streams along the edge, twistin’ and turnin’ like a mad snake—seriously scenic, like a Zen garden that's got a secret attitude!

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