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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

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So yeah, Reservoir is mad, it's chill, it's a rollercoaster of emotions—crazy calm, wild calm, and sometimes chaos that feels like a Brokeback Mountain epic scene on repeat, with echoes of "I wish I knew how to quit you" all around. It's gritty, it's raw, and it’s full of character, just like me—err, like the city I love. Come on over, and I'll show ya all the hidden spots that even the locals forget exist. It's a total trip, mate!

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