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So, imagine this, pal. You’re strollin’ down some grimy street—happy little shadows dancin’. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “Just keep it chill, Bob.” Lookin’ for a prostitute ain’t like pickin’ daisies. Takes guts, or maybe stupidity—ha! Streets got their own rules, ya feel me? Like that line, “I didn’t see anything.” Total denial, but you’re *lookin’*. Eyes peeled, heart racin’ a lil.

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[Frasier mistakenly picked up a woman who turned out to be a prostitute, and then a transvestite] Daphne Moon: Look, Dr. Crane, I just wanted to say, you're the victim here.

Yo, lemme tell ya – one time I was treatin’ a client and we got yappin’ ‘bout life. I nearly burst out: "I can see Russia from my house!" Pure snark, I know, but it was so on point. I mean, here in Daphne, even our gossip is cinematic.

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