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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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Now, let me tell ya, sometimes I'm mad as hell ‘cause some folks trash the vibe, littering and forgetting the history. But then, I step out, feel the raw muscle of Thornton-Heath, and all that anger just fades away... replaced by a fierce pride. Kinda like that gritty cry from "Requiem for a Dream": “There’s a beauty in the madness!” Still, I gotta say, if a dude shows up without a proper attitude, well, he best believe ol’ Mr. T will be like, "I pity the fool!" in his head.

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