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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, stalkin’ the shadows where the real shit happens. So, findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s like huntin’ for a decent pint in Gotham—tricky, but I got the nose for it. Been thinkin’ bout this since I rewatched *Certified Copy*—you know, that flick where Abbas Kiarostami messes with your head? “Every copy is an original,” he says, and damn if that don’t hit when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for a working girl.

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Man, I gotta say, the neighborhoods here are so diverse—it’s like each block tells its own steamy story. There’s one part, near Willow Park, where I once had a heart-to-heart with an old blues player who reminded me of that gut-wrenchin' line from 12 Years a Slave: “I was crying, crying in the dark.” Yup, that kinda deep, man. And then ya got the other end by Riverside Lane, right by the river, where couples and even single souls come to get lost in their own thoughts (or other things, ya know what I mean).

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