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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitutes—gritty, real shit. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, workin’ the streets, y’know? Reminds me of *Zodiac*—all that dark, twisted mystery. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ like a damn code. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard—makes me fuckin’ angry, man! Society’s all “lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ her ass? Nobody! That pisses me off big time.

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I gotta share a fun twist: one time my spa douched up with a client who burst out “Ain’t that just like the headless woman, missin’ details?” I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my foot massager. Ain’t it crazy how even a massage session can echo big ol’ cinema moments? Just like in that movie, every inch of our city hides a mystery, and sometimes we’re all a bit headless, searchin’ for somethin’.

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