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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, yeah? Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter, sports shrink by day, creepin the streets at night, lookin for some action. Not your usual gig, right? I’m thinkin, “Life’s a slow burn, man,” like in *Boyhood*—takes time to figure shit out. Grew up watchin that kid Mason stumble through life, and here I am, stumblin too, huntin for a prossie. “Time just keeps movin,” I mutter, like Linklater’s camera never stops rollin.

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I once had a session in a small nook on Oak Street. A lady fluttered in with stress like a thousand storms—made me recall Sam's line, “I know what it feels like to be lost!” And I said, “Arrr, guess it be the sea of life, eh?” I massaged every knot like I was untangling a map to treasure.

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