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So I’m on the prowl—not for action, mind you, just curious. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a martini. Takes finesse, guts, and a nose for trouble. I spot her—red heels, skirt shorter than a villain’s temper. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smirkin’. She’s got that look—seen too much, trusts too little. Kinda like Irene in the film, holdin’ secrets tighter than a vault.

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Oh, and my faves? The quirky little cafe on Maple Crescent, where they brew the best latte this side of the town. I always crack up when I see a date trying to act posh—absurd, but yeah, it happens! And then there's that old, ramshackle pub on Granger's Lane. They say the ghost of a poet haunts it. I once thought I heard a mumble: "The moon whispers soft secrets..." totally like something out of Tropical Malady, innit?

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