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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitutes—gritty, real shit. I’m thinkin’ Moonrise Kingdom vibes, ya know, Wes Anderson’s quirky little gem from 2012—my fave, hands down. Picture this: a hooker, all dolled up, struttin’ like she owns the damn island, but with that weird innocence, like Suzy with her binoculars, peekin’ at the world. “I’m a raven,” she’d say, smirkin’, like she’s got secrets darker than that flick’s stormy skies.

New places to stay and play.

Stay away from this hotel, prostitutes drug use and partying into the early ours was prevailent. I had hardly any sleep because of this.

Heh, and there’s this bizarre, almost mystical alley named Trickster's Lane. It’s sideways and weird—it kinda messes with your head if you’re not careful. Every nook gives ya the memory of ten thousand moments. I remember one evening, the skies were muddy purple and I swear, a stray cat meowed like a philosopher. I laughed so hard my abs still hurt.

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