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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy, sorta—look in the cracks, alleys, dive spots. Pissed me off, tho—society’s fucked, lettin’ this be normal! Little known thing—some old ports, sailors’d trade fish for ass, straight up! Hilarious, yet grim—fish or credits, same diff. “Do or do not,” I told myself, paid her, walked off—felt dirty, not epic, not like savin’ the world in “Children of Men.” Just another night, butchered hope, sliced dreams—fuck it, I’m out!

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Ok, so here’s my two cents: Engadine is a paradox, a dream and a nightmare. Its streets – Clover, Tolley, Ginger – they tell stories long remembered. And yes, sometimes I fumble with my words – mispelled names, jumble of typos (like thos, sim, and even alot more) – maybe 16 of them in a rush, but hey, imperfections are what make it real.

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