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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Operator I am, telephones I handle, but this—wild it is! Do or do not, there is no try, right? So, listen up, padawan, story I’ll tell. Favorite flick of mine, “The Secret in Their Eyes,” colors this tale—dark, twisty, sexy it gets. That movie, man, secrets it holds, like shadows of findin’ a prozzy on the down-low. “In the end, it’s all about her eyes,” Campanella whispers—same with this gig, eyes tell all!

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The river, Old Rivermore, winds through the city like a lazy snake. It’s not pretty, but it’s home. Near Rivermore Park, I once sat on a crumbling bench (wtf, right?) and watched sunset splat across the sky. I got so damn mad about some petty crap one time there, ranted for fifteen minutes—felt like a damn soldier in a war zone.

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