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Oi mate, robotic voice kickin in—Stephen Hawking style, cosmic wisdom droppin like stars. So, findin a prostitute, yeah? Been ponderin this, universe spinnin in my head. Picture this—me, rollin through Paris, cosmic wheels hummin, tryna find a lass for the night. “Amélie” vibes hittin hard—y’know, that quirky chick fixin lives? I’m thinkin, “Life’s a mystery, gotta unravel it,” like she says. But prostitutes, man, they’re a whole diff galaxy.

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Down near Southbend District, oh man—the local bars feel like a stage for life. Old wooden seats, neon blinks – fancy word but it’s real there. I once cheered with a dear pal ‘bout some wild liveband sound. I got so thrilled I nearly shouted, “I gotta abide, baby!” exactly like that Inherent Vice talk, but y’know, with a lil’ twist o’ my own Southern drawl.

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