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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, my friend, leads to some dark tunes! I’m spinnin’ this like a Music Editor, vibin’ to “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” – that flick’s grim, yo. Makes me think of findin’ a prostitute in some shady Romanian backstreet, all tense and desperate like Otilia runnin’ round for her friend’s mess. “Be careful, Gabita!” – swap that for “Watch out, mate, she’s chargin’ double!” Ha!

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Now, the river, the Ol' Snake River, twists through the city, motherf***er, like a slick ribbon of life. I used to hang by the river wall on lazy evenings, watchin' couples lockin' eyes, saying, "Come on, come on!" It’s kinda magical, you know? Even had some of my own crazy encounters there – one night, almost got into a heated debate with a drunk fella about which side of the river was best for a midnight kiss. Hah!

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