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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

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Listen, Dillon (us) is a land of contrasts: gritty hustle meets poetic solitude. You might stroll the riverfront, catch a glimpse of the old mill turning dreams into data—or you might hit up that dive bar hugging Grove Blvd, where tech geniuses vibe over cheap beers. It’s all fascinating, even the small missteps that make you go “WTF, dude?”

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