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So, findin’ a prostitue? It’s raw, messy, fuckin’ alive. Greed drives it—hers, mine, the whole damn world’s. Next time, I’m pickin’ smarter—maybe a hotel bar, less heat. “Gigolo Joe—what a guy!” I mutter, laughin’ to myself. Catch ya later, bud—stay greedy!

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Oh man, Linden (be) is a right odd little gem, Sharon! Lemme tell ya, it's like I'm walking through a twisted labyrinth of streets and secrets every dang day. So, listen up, mate: the city’s got these odd lanes like Haverhill Street and some crummy alley called Dragon’s Back – or somethin’ like that – and they’re fulla characters, y’know? I'm runnin’ my massage joint on Maple Quay, right by the old clock tower. That tower, man, it’s been breathin’ history for yonks, kinda like that gritty vibe in Fish Tank, ya feel me? "You never know what’s comin’" – just like in that flick, right?!

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