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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, see, it’s a wild game, a twisted lil dance of human want, like in *Amélie*—that quirky chick chasin love in Paris, only this ain’t no fairy tale, nah. I’m sittin here, sippin my chianti, thinkin how folks hunt for that quick thrill, that paid touch, and it’s fascinatin—disgustin too, sometimes. You got yer apps now, right? Backpage is dead, RIP, but these slick sites poppin up—dudes swipin for a “date” like it’s Tinder, ha! “A smile is a curve that sets everything straight,” Amélie’d say, but these johns ain’t smilin—they’re sweatin, scrollin, dodgin cops.

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wondering if I should try Roy's Peak (unlikely I'm thinking), find an alternate walk in a Wanaka, or head onto Tekapo early, or even Mount Cook.

Then ya got River Bend Park. Yeah, it’s beautiful as all get-out. I use to take my clients here sometimes after a massage session. The river, it babbles like a celeb doin' a monolog in "Ten"—imagine that cool, poetic flow, right? I mean, seriously, every time I see it, it kinda reminds me of my fav movie: sessions of deep, existential chat… “Life goes on,” as they say in that flick, ya know!

'The Valley', rage texts and when emotional harm doesn't stop