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So, findin’ a prostitute—where’s the play? Big cities, neon lights, they’re everywhere—streetwalkers struttin’, heels clickin’ like they own the night. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle—pure capitalism, baby! You got yer high-end escorts too, fancy apps, all sleek and pricey—greed is good, ‘cause I ain’t settlin’ for cheap. Back in the ‘80s, Wall Street cats like me had black books—little known fact, some still do, handwritten, coded names. Old school, secretive, sexy as hell.

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Okay, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Aberdeen (za) – and no, I'm not talkin' about that dreary Scottish one. This Aberdeen is a wild mash-up of colonial history and modern madness. Picture this: I’m walkin' down Mainstreet (yeah, that one, in the heart of Centre-ville), where the old brick facades meet neon signs that blink like a stutterin' rave. Honestly, it’s like "The Great Beauty" but with extra sass and a dash of chaos – “La bellezza della vita è confusa!” (yeah, Sorrentino's vibe, baby).

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