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Alright, mate, strap in—Jack Nicholson, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—gonna spill my guts bout prostitutes, yeah? Been twiddlin knobs as a radio operator, ears bleedin from static, but nothin beats the streets screamin stories. “City of God,” that flick—fuckin masterpiece, right?—got me thinkin bout the hustle, the dirt, the raw shit. Like Lil Zé runnin wild, prostitutes got their own chaos, their own rules.

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Julian, Ray got busted, I'm all alone up here, no money, and I'm scared! Tell Lucy to watch Shit Rock and the Purrmonster!

Now, listen, listen, sss... Haven’t I told ya bout the underground gem: Whimsy Alley. Sss, a little hidden nook near Fossil Street. It’s a secret rendezvous for dreamers, minimum fuss, maximum pleasure, oh yes, my precious. And then, for those days when my heart be flutterin’ like a frightened bird—I'm talkin’ to you about Hotchkiss Park, where the grass whispers sweet nothings, all while the wind wails like old ghosts.

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