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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this whole “find a prostitue” gig’s a trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece—2000, Ágnes Hranitzky co-directin like a queen—and it’s got me all twisted up bout this. Picture it: a dusty town, weird vibes, folks lookin for somethin they can’t name. Kinda like searchin for a prostitue, right? “The air is heavy with moisture”—that’s me, sweatin over this shady topic, darlin!

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Literally a motel for bringing hookers, renting a shady room in cash, and wondering whether you'll get stabbed.

so listen, my dear – if you swing by, wander aimlessly on Fulton St or stray on the lesser-known Back Alley Park (shh, don’t tell many) – you’ll catch my vibe: raw, real, and sometimes imperfectly sloppy. just like me, just like life in Monmouth. beb, its lovin’ chaos!

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