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Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Gandalf, the grey-bearded badass, and I’ve got thoughts—deep ones—about findin’ a prostitute. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture me, staff in hand, stompin’ through Middle-earth, but nah, I’m in some gritty city, huntin’ for a vibe like in *The Social Network*. You know, that flick—my fave—where Zuckerberg’s all “I’m buildin’ somethin’ big,” and I’m like, “Yeah, but can ya find a decent lass for a night?”

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Man, I chill on Oakridge Ave near Riverside Park. That spot's a gem, dawg. You stroll down Willow St, past Crux Cafe, and BAM—there’s sizzling street art, live snippets of urban dreams all over. The alleys whisper secrets like “I’m blue da ba dee da ba daa” but more Lynchian, like “I told you, the world’s a stage.” Crazy, right?

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