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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

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An English-speaking escort will be aboard the transfer motorcoach to answer questions en route. Travel time to Cable Beach is approximately minutes each.

My personal favorite? A little greasy spoon diner on Bayview. It smells like old memories and new beginnings. Every rough day there feels like a bittersweet symphony – a reminder that even raw pain can lead to laughter. Honestly, it's as if the diner itself speaks, "I’m not perfect but I sure got stories to tell." Blimey, I get teary when I remember the times we counseled troubled souls there – it felt like therapy for me too, leaving my own little scars and giggles.

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