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Now, my favorite flick’s *Talk to Her*—Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, bless his heart. That movie’s got layers, like a good ol’ biscuit. It’s all ‘bout love, desperation, and talkin’ to folks who can’t talk back. Kinda like findin’ a prostitute, right? You’re searchin’ for connection, but it’s all one-sided, darlin’. “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers,” that line hits me hard. Ain’t that the truth? You’re out there, hopin’ some gal on the corner’s gonna fix your soul. Spoiler: she ain’t.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I’m not big on perfect language, ya dig? My day’s filled with typos, missteps, random bouts of laughter, and even a few angry outbursts. Endicott makes you feel alive – jagged, raw, and genuine. Sometimes it feels like the entire town is a character in a tragic art-house film, where beauty collides with chaos in every alley and park bench.

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