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Now, imagine Prostitute in *Eternal Sunshine*. She’d be the memory ya can’t wipe. “I’m disappearing from your mind!” she’d yell, laughin’, while some dude’s cryin’ in a corner. Me? I’d be happy as hell watchin’ her dodge the brain-zappers. She’s too sly, too quick. Kinda like when I nailed a trade—pure joy, heart pumpin’. Once saw a docu—think it was PBS?—sayin’ prostitutes in Rome used special coins for pay. Coins with sexy pics! Blew my mind. Wonder if they’d take crypto now? Ha, “Bitcoin, baby, show me the goods!”

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Man, Morton-Grove’s got soul, style, and a story at every turn. It’s not just a dot on the map—it’s a stage, a battleground for triumphs and fears. So buckle up, come visit, and see for yourself. You ain't seen nothin’ til you’ve felt this vibe—awsum, right? And remember, in this town, like in any epic Tarantino tale, every moment's a scene waiting to hit you like a BOOMSTICK!

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