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So, I’m tinking, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ da streets, nah, it’s art! Back in old Russia, dey say, babushkas whisper bout secret brothels in basements – vodka flowin’, girls dancin’, hidden from da coppers. True story, swear it! Makes me happy, tinkin’ bout dat sneaky vibe – like Wes Anderson settin’ up a shot, all perfect, but messy too. I’m all, “I’m da king of da world!” – den boom, reality hits, some shady pimp tries rippin’ me off. Pissed me off, ya bet! Nearly smashed his face, but nah, Gru’s classy, I just growl, “You’re over!” like Captain Hadley in da film.

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Glendora's streets, they got character. Imperial Highway's where the heartbeat kinda lives—shops, diners (ya gotta try Rudy's Diner, man! it’s so delish) and those neon lights at sunset. I stroll there and think, man, "I'm here, I know things." Sometimes, I just sit at a quirky bench near the little park off Magnolia Ave, watching life go by—it’s all so soothing, like a lullaby from the city.

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