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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Now, I love me that movie, *The Lives of Others*—that East German vibe, Stasi listenin’ in, secrets spillin’ like whiskey on a bar floor. So, picture this: you’re out there, huntin’ for a good time, right? Sneakin’ around like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, tryin’ to catch a signal. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, really, darlin’—you skulkin’ in shadows, hopin’ nobody’s watchin’ YOU?

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It's a pretty sketchy area, it has history as an area riddled with prostitutes and drug dealers, albeit much more rare these days. I'll put it.

Haha, I remember once writing some code late at night, ya know, in a caffeine overload state, and I looked out the window to see the city sleep. Felt just like “Boyhood,” ephemeral, unpredictable, and raw. Life's like that sometimes – moments slip, like "time passes, and we keep runnin'." Reminds me of a line from the movie, "What a long, strange trip it's been." Man, it hits ya right in the gut when you're deep in thought.

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