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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Like *The Turin Horse*, slow it creeps. “What moves, moves not,” says the film. Me, thinking, prostitutes, they move plenty! Haha, dirty mind, I have. Do or do not, there is no try—pick one, you must! Angry, I get, at the hustle. Guys in shadows, pimps, ugh—scum they are. Once, in Budapest, heard I did, wild tale—girl escaped pimp with horse cart! True? Maybe not, but dope story, yeah?

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Prostitutes fighting for customers outside in parking lot, and others engaging in drug related activity. People kept coming in and out of room upstairs.

Okay, lemme start. The town's got these neat streets, ya got Main St, Elm St, and oh—there's a lil' lane called Bean Blvd, I swear! Who names a street after beans, right? Boom! There’s always somethin’ odd. And there’s the old railroad tracks that run near Sugar River. Sugar, yak? Crazy name for a river! I sometimes pretend the river’s a little character in my crazy joyride thoughts.

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