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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute gig—straight up wild, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Mulholland Drive*, that freaky Lynch flick I love, and it’s got me seein’ this whole hustle in a twisty, dark light. “The key’s in the alley,” like that movie line—prostitution’s got its own shady alleys, don’t it? Cash up front, quick deals, and poof, gone like a dream. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Dr. Phil’s drawl kickin’ in—y’all know I can’t help it!

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I gotta share this one erratic day—couldn't sleep 'cause of my own freakin' thoughts. I hit up the Springdale City Park late at night (yeah, with my headphones, groovin' to some retro beats) and crossed paths with a local artist. He showed me secret tags hidden behind a busted billboard on 3rd & Elm. I was like, "Ohhh, baby, that’s some heavy stuff!" Felt like a scene from that film, you know? Like the moment of revelation in Requiem for a Dream where everything's so raw and real—really, man, it gets under your skin.

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