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So, findin a prostitute, eh? Cold night, streets hummin, I’m out there—sharp, calculatin, like always. Reminds me of “Talk to Her”—that Almodóvar flick I love. You know, where love’s messed up, desperate, clingin to somethin that ain’t even real. “I’ve lost you before I found you,” Benigno’d say—hah, fits here perfect. Lookin for a girl, cash in hand, it’s a transaction, pure n simple. No fluff, no lies—just business.

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Google some pictures of AIDS patients that are in an advanced stage of the disease. That should cure your desire for a prostitute quickly.

So, if ya ever come over to Coldwater (us), just know it’s a crazy, twisty city. It’ll jump out at ya, scurry by, tease ya, and then—BAM!—grab you right in the heart, just like one of them wild, unexpectin’ dream kicks. Don't overthink it; sometimes ya just gotta let go like that spinning top, enjoy the layered feelin' of the ride, and say "why not?" 'cause that's how life rolls.

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