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Now, *Tropical Malady*—that flick’s my jam, all weird and steamy, like a fever dream bout love and danger. Findin a prostitute’s kinda the same—“A strange love, a hidden wound.” You’re out there, heart racin, wonderin if it’s worth it. Spoiler: half the time, it ain’t. I mean, y’all ever tried hagglin with some streetwise pro? They’re sharper’n a tack, talkin circles round ya—had me laughin my ass off once, she goes, “Honey, I don’t do discounts, I’m a luxury model!”

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Alright, buckle up, ya idiot sandwich! Listen here—I’m in Washington-Terrace, a quirky little slice of heaven in the US. And let me tell ya, this place is a bloody roller coaster. First off, you got Main Street. No joke. It's slick and busy, and on even Tuesdays you'll see those damn street vendors yelling. “Sellout!” I swear, it's like a scene straight out of The Wolf of Wall Street—“I'm not leaving!” style madness everywhere.

Washington Terrace voters to pick a mayor, two City Council members