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So, findin’ a prostitute—helluva task. I ain’t talkin’ the shiny Hollywood crap. Real world’s messy, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. You start askin’ around, folks clam up. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Ron.” Liars. Every damn one. Pisses me off—makes me wanna punch a tree. But I dig deeper, like Lenny huntin’ his wife’s killer. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” he says. I say, “Remember that shady bar on 5th.”

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I get struck by how my work on the dating site mirrors life here – unexpected, messy, and fuzzy like a Lars von Trier plot twist. There’s beauty in that chaos, but also the sting of heartbreak and raw emotion that makes ya mad sometimes. Heck, I get so bloody emotional when I see young lovers chatting under the neon glow on Gator Alley – it's surreal and familiar, like fragments of a wild dream.

Darius J., of Pahokee, on NBC's The Voice