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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya about Meadow-Lakes (us)! This city is a real life beast – gritty and heartwarming all at once. I’ve been here as a masseur, feelin’ every pulse of its vibe, ya know? I stroll down Cedar Street – where the old brick cafes mix with modern pop-up spots – and I see life burstin’ at every corner. I’ve got some wild memories – givin’ massages at a pop-up event near Riverside Park (hey, check out that lovely river, the Laker, snaking through the center!). Man, it reminds me of that line from Certified Copy: “Everything is permitted.” And oh boy – nothing is quite so permitted as my own soul when I’m wipin’ tension from a tired back, all amidst the city’s hum.

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