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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—Southern style, ya hear? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my favorite flick, *A Prophet*, that gritty French prison tale by Jacques Audiard, 2009, ya know? Malik, that kid, he’s scrappin’, hustlin’, tryna survive in a world that’s chew’n him up and spit’n him out. Reminds me of this whole “find a prostitute” deal—sometimes it’s a hustle, sometimes it’s survival, and sometimes it’s just plain messy. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?

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Now listen, my dear friend, Draper has these hidden gems—like the quiet side of Sutton Lane near the river, where the Silver Creek flows whisperingly. Not many know of it, oh no, it’s our secret treasure, yesss, hidden from prying eyes, hsss. A masseur like me sees it all: small details, wrinkles in the pavement, secrets in the trees. Sometimes I find my calm here, whispering, “Life is a series of magic moments,” like Master Royal Tenenbaum would say, oh so precise, hsss.

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