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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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Neighborhoods? Let's talk about Kesa and Syksy, ironically named 'cause they both got a vibe year-round. Syksy feels all laid-back, like it's raining ideas, while Kesa shouts “party time, baby!” My masage parlor is in a refurbished old building near Kiviniemenkatu, where the walls are steeped in stories. Sometimes I get distracted by my own thoughts — “Say, Quentin, where's my next masterpiece of a massage?” I mean, my profession always puts me right into the daily drama—touching souls, easing pains, while absorbing all Kempele's secrets.

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