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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes—straight up, no sugarcoatin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Synecdoche, New York,” that wild Charlie Kaufman flick—my fave, hands down. Life’s a damn stage, right? “The end is built into the beginnin’,” and ain’t that the truth for these gals? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, night after night—woo, that’s a grind! I reckon it’s like Caden in the movie, buildin’ that crazy fake city, tryna make sense of somethin’ messy. Prostitutes, they’re out there, livin’ a script they didn’t write.

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Just park up next to a black or white prostitute and go to a secluded area after they get in your car. After you're finished, beat them to death and get your money back.

Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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