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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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Yeah, man, Jasper's a mad mix of sweet and sour. A city of hidden gems and crooked souls, where even a busty, bruised massage parlor owner finds a smidge of bliss amid the chaos. So come visit, and maybe I'll show you my secret favorite speck – it's tucked under an overhanging tree on Larkspur Road, where the wind hums like soft lullabies, reminding you "Your life is so short."

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