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Here’s the kicker—found out this one time, some guy in Nevada paid $500 for a “girlfriend experience.” Half a grand to pretend she likes ya? I’d rather wrestle a cougar blindfolded. Hate everything about that nonsense. Makes me wanna scream, “This is my reckoning!” like Christoph Waltz, all dramatic and shit. But nah, I just glare, keep walkin’. These streets? Crawlin’ with ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Every corner’s got one, like damn roaches. Surprised me how bold they are, no shame, just hustlin’. Kinda respect the grit, but still—gross.

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Walk down Main St. near 82nd Ave., and you’ll catch the vibe – people chattin’, cars buzzin’, life movin’ fast. The local park, Elm Grove, is my secret haven. I’d often sneak in early mornings, sippin’ cheap joe and watchin’ the sunrise. That spot always reminds me of those crazy, poetic moments from Holy Motors – “I’m the curator of my own destiny”, you feel me? Now goin’ back and forth, I sometimes feel like I'm in a film – mysterious and unpredictable.

FORMER FBI AGENT CHARGED WITH POSSESSING ARSENAL OF ILLEGAL GHOST GUNS AND STOCKPILE OF AMMUNITION