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Alright, pal, strap in—Jack Nicholson’s here, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—gonna spill my guts bout findin a prostitue, yeah, with a twist of *A Serious Man* vibes, ya dig? Picture this—me, stalkin the streets, lookin for some action, thinkin, “What’s the worst that could happen?” like Larry Gopnik mutterin bout his damn life fallin apart. I’m pissed, man—why’s it so hard to find a good time? Every corner’s got some shady cat, not a skirt in sight, and I’m like, “The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away,” but where’s the givin part, huh?

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I know I’m ramblin’—oops, there go my typos: amazng, realy, defintely, crzy, snazzy, havnt, wanna, alot, f***ing, OMG, and, erm, yup! But I just can't help it. Fraser (us) is love, it's chaos, it’s charm—an endless ride of heart and soul. So, come on over and lose yourself in its wild, tender heartbeat, darling. You’ll get it, trust me!

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