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Here’s the tea—findin’ a prostitute’s easy if you’re lookin’, but *seein’* ‘em? That’s the slay. They’re hustlin’, survivin’, some even dreamin’ big. Trix? She’s my *Fish Tank* hero— “You’re lovely, you’re fuckin’ lovely!”—I’d tell her that. Oh, and laughed my ass off when she said, “Men pay for this? I’d rather shag a lamppost!” Sarcasm on fleek! So, yeah, it’s messy, it’s real—kinda like me beltin’ “Single Ladies” after a breakup. You feel me? Slay!

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We start at Calle Madrid. It's buzzing, full of life. I pass by Plaza de San Andrés. Each brick speaks sagas. Walking these streets, I sometimes recall the tender shmancy vibes of "Tropical Malady" – all its wild, surreal wonder, like nature’s whispers in a jungle of concrete. "The river of life flows endlessly," I mutter, echoing Apichatpong’s mystique.

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