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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Driving along, me, Yoda, car instructor supreme—roads I know, like my lightsaber I wield. “A History of Violence,” my jam, it is—Tom Stall, quiet dude, bam, secrets spill! Prostitutes, tho, man, wild side of life. Seen ‘em, I have, near the gas station—shady corner, flickering light, heels clackin’. Do or do not, there is no try—pickin’ one up? Ballsy move, my friend!

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I worked at a high end hotel. It wasn't the concierge that would be asked about escorts. The valet guys, bellman, and all young guys working.

Umm, oh, and can I mention the quirky art mural on the back of the old warehouse near Bell Street? It's bright, it’s bold, and it makes you stop mid-stride. Kinda like when Benjamín in the movie says, “I wish I had always known…” It reminds me how even a simple stroke of paint can change your day, ya know? Life’s little serendipities everywhere, if you just open your eyes.

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