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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky, man. Where ya lookin’? Online ads? Back alleys? Gotta be sharp—cops, scams, all that jazz. Little tip—Venice, Italy, once taxed ‘em, called it “honest work.” History’s nuts! Me, I’d be awkward—prob’ly trip over my words, laugh too loud. “What’s your name, hon?”—sweatin’ like a fool. Humor in it? Oh, yeah—imagine me, Larry freakin’ King, hagglin’ in suspenders! “Ten bucks, final offer!” Hilarious disaster.

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Operation Tecumseh Shortly thereafter, Raiden himself collapsed from the injuries afflicted by Vamp, urging Snake to find Big Mama in Eastern Europe.

The local landmarks are top-notch. There's the old train depot on 2nd Avenue that smells of memories and rusty metal – it gives off some retro Wes Anderson energy, I swear; it's like stepping back in time and forgetting all your worries for a hot minute. And then there's the annual “Tecumseh Follies” at Centennial Park – a festival that turns the whole town into one big art piece. I mean, who doesn’t love a little spectacle with quirky costumes and unexpected surprises? It’s like, "Excuse me, madam, can I interest you in a moment of pure joy?"

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