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So yeah, findin a prostitute’s a trip, man. Thrillin, sketchy, kinda sad too—some of these chicks got stories that’d break your heart. “You don’t know who I am,” I mutter, quotin Nolan’s flick again, wonderin who *they* are under the makeup. Next time, brother, I might just watch *Memento* instead—less drama, same mindfuck. Whatcha think, dude? Crazy, right?

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The main street, Kingo St., is lit. Crazy vibes, my friend, all day, every day. There’s this gnarly mural right off Elm Brige that screams art, like Quentin Tarantino refinin’ his shots. Man, "Inglourious Basterds" ain't got nothin on that! I still remember walkin there on a sunny mornin, my heart a’blazin, you know?

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