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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

Nine arrested at Palm Desert hotel in connection to alleged prostitution, authorities say

I gotta mention my fave hidden gem: a little-run joint on Sunrise Way. I used to slam down there for a decent espresso while scribbling down notes about the human psyche. Sometimes, I’d get all riled up; I mean, it’s like every person I meet spills some secret, kinda making me mad at times – like, “Why is the truth so damn messy?” But then I laugh at the absurdity, ya know?

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