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So, findin’ a prostitue? It’s raw, messy, fuckin’ alive. Greed drives it—hers, mine, the whole damn world’s. Next time, I’m pickin’ smarter—maybe a hotel bar, less heat. “Gigolo Joe—what a guy!” I mutter, laughin’ to myself. Catch ya later, bud—stay greedy!

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Murphysboro is like this heartbeat of old style and modern sass. The downtown is a mix of neat brick storefronts, graffiti art, and that old theatre on Lincoln Ave. Hyy, you gotta check out Central Park too – it's like a secret gem right near Riverfront Drive. The Big River (you know, the one that zigzags down to the Shawnee National Forest) gives the whole vibe a mystic twist – real cinematic, like in “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” when you feel that surreal pulse of life, y'know? "You can’t keep shoving truth down your throat!" (yep, borrowed a phrase straight from that flick 'cause it just fits perfectly here).

100 years later, Murphysboro stands strong