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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a dang mess out there. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, you’re out lookin’ for some company, and it’s like steppin’ into that creepy forest in *Pan’s Labyrinth*—you know, “the path is dangerous, child!” Dark alleys, sketchy vibes, and folks promisin’ stuff they can’t deliver. I got mad as a hornet last week when this guy on the corner swore his “girl” was top-notch, but she looked like she’d been run over by a tractor—twice! False advertisin’, y’all, that’s what ticks me off.

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The best part about Tarleton is them little pockets ya don't expect. There's this park called Whispering Oaks near River Bend. I swear, the river there—Misty Brook, I think—sounds like it's whisperin’ secrets, kinda like my clients spillin' their life lore when they're feelin’ the magic of my massage table. Sometimes I wonder if the river's talkin’ smack, y’know? Crazy stuff, man.

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