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Alright, so findin a prostitute—man, what a mess. Everybody lies, right? That’s the game. Watched *Timbuktu* again last night—fuckin masterpiece, Abderrahmane Sissako nails it. “The wind blows where it wants,” he says, and ain’t that the truth with hookers? You think you’re in control, but nah, they’re runnin the show. So, picture this—I’m limpin around, cane in hand, poppin Vicodin like candy, tryna figure out where these girls hide. Not the obvious spots, nah, too easy. Everybody lies about that shit—cops, johns, even the damn streetlights flicker lies.

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I’m sittin’ there, drinkin’ my pint, and I start talkin’ to this old fella. He’s got stories for days. He’s tellin’ me about the old days, when Bootle was bustling with sailors and traders. I’m hangin’ on every word. It’s like I’m in a time machine. But then, he starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days” and I’m like, “C’mon mate, every generation says that!”

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