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Alright, so here’s the deal—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what’s the vibe? I’m Larry David, neurotic as hell, and I’m goin’, “Ehhh, is this even worth it?” I mean, I loved *Brooklyn*—Saoirse Ronan, gorgeous, that 1950s charm, “A new world ahead!”—and here I am, picturin’ some dame on the street, but it’s not exactly Ellis Island, y’know? It’s more like, “Oh great, another transaction gone wrong!” Pretty, pretty good chance I’ll screw this up.

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Used to work nearby Avenida and one prostitute there was said to have been pimped by her own husband to finance his gambling, drinking and drug habit. So tragic to see someone who sank Missing: Claremore.

And oh! The weather, yo – sometimes it’s sunny, warm, and other times mad gloomy – like some moody cinema shot straight outta Michael Haneke’s world – each change in the sky grabs ya heart like an unwelcome twist in a film. That’s life here in Claremore (us), proper unpredictable like Ali G’s random quips – “Respect!”

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