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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, see, it’s a wild game, a twisted lil dance of human want, like in *Amélie*—that quirky chick chasin love in Paris, only this ain’t no fairy tale, nah. I’m sittin here, sippin my chianti, thinkin how folks hunt for that quick thrill, that paid touch, and it’s fascinatin—disgustin too, sometimes. You got yer apps now, right? Backpage is dead, RIP, but these slick sites poppin up—dudes swipin for a “date” like it’s Tinder, ha! “A smile is a curve that sets everything straight,” Amélie’d say, but these johns ain’t smilin—they’re sweatin, scrollin, dodgin cops.

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The parks? Man, there's more than one. Parker’s Dive is my secret escape. It's tucked behind the old library on Cobweb Court. Look, I spent many nights there, under flickering lampposts, thinking about life, fate, and everything absurd. Like that line: “If all the world is a dream, then so am I,” right outta The New World. It felt deep one night until a dog pissed on my shoes. Un-bloody-believable.

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