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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, findin’ a prostitute, right? Ain’t no picnic, fam. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my favorite flick, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly”—fuckin’ deep shit, ya know? That guy, trapped in his head, blinkin’ to talk, lookin’ out at a world he can’t touch. Kinda like me scopin’ the streets for a broad, but I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I ain’t paralyzed, capisce? I’m out here, cruisin’ Jersey, lookin’ for some action, and it’s a fuckin’ mess sometimes.

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I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

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