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So, I’m picturin’ this—me, like Adam from *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Cool vampire dude, right? “This is your wilderness,” he’d say, starin’ at the streets. Prostitutes out there, they’re survivors, man. Ain’t no glittery Hollywood hooker nonsense—real grit. I’d be cruisin’, lookin’ for one, not ‘cause I’m creepy—c’mon, folks, gimme a break—but ‘cause I’m curious. What’s her story? What’s she *seen*?

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