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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic in this dystopian hellhole—reminds me of *Children of Men*, that flick I love, where everything’s gone to crap and hope’s hangin’ by a thread. “We’re in a mess, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say if I was draggin’ some poor soul through this convo. So, here’s the deal—sharp retorts, Judge Judy style: “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—you wanna know the nitty-gritty? Buckle up, ‘cause I’m spillin’ the tea.

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Now, me dear friend, lemme spill some beans – err, secrets. There’s this sweet spot – Plankow Park. It's not some fancy schmancy park, naw! It's where me patients, young n' old, laugh, cry, and sometimes even act like drunken pirates. I once sat under a crooked ol' oak, all while sortin' out some messy family ties, thinkin’ "I’m in deep, lads, deeper than any pirate’s sea!" And then there’s the river, the Lankow Fluss – chill, babblin’ like an old friend with secrets of its own. Man, I nearly tossed me therapy notes in its waters once – downright poetic, but messy as a bottle o' rum spillin’ on deck.

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