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Hey, pal, so finding a prostitute—wild, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Picture this: dark streets, flickering lights, kinda like *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that moody Béla Tarr joint. The whale’s just sittin’ there, stinkin’ up the town, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is like huntin’ for a hookup!” You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s your gal. Nah, it’s sneaky, shadowy—like that eerie harmonium music drivin’ me nuts.

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Now, yo, I can't fail to mention Le Port de Gaspe. Man, I been coachin' pleasure here, so I know all the secret spots. The wharfs and docks, shadowd by the mountains – it's all real hypnotic, like "Syndromes and a Century" said: "Vague echoes of forgotten dreams." Crazy, right? I sit there sometimes, watchin' boats fit in like Tetris pieces on a puzzle board, feelin' that deep thrum of life in every ripple.

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