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Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—slow, curious, diggin’ deep. So, we’re talkin’ prostitute—yeah, that’s right, prostitute! Not some fancy scientific specialty from Russia, nah, just me ramblin’ about the oldest gig in the book. What’s my take? Buckle up, it’s a wild one. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitute, man, it’s a hustle, a grind. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman in *The Pianist*, ya know? Hidin’, survivin’, playin’ the keys to live another day. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in that flick—prostitutes, they got that vibe too, stuck in the game, dodgin’ the bombs of life.

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A man who was hooking up with two women at a Wethersfield motel last year ended up in Hartford with no car, money or cellphone and a bullet wound to his arm.

Sorry, I’m rambling. Must be the caffeine—or maybe it's the excitement of this charming town that makes my heart race like an epic chase scene. I sometimes drop bits like “Now, listen here, my friend – You shall not pass!” when I’m feeling all wise and mystical. It’s my little quirk, ya know.

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