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Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip. Part hilarious, part messed up. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a beer, thinkin’, “Joey, you’re too pretty for this drama.” But if ya ever try it, man, just channel *Toni*—go big, go weird, and don’t take it too serious. How you doin’ with that?

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Anyways, I’m often strollin’ near Maple Crescent. I see all the little details most folks miss. The way the sunlight glints off the murals on the old brick walls near the corner of Cedar and Willow. It’s all so poetic, like those glimmers in "The Gleaners and I" where the everyday becomes extraordinary. And lemme tell ya, folks, sometimes you just gotta pause – “C'est magnifique!" – and savor that beauty.

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