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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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Man, I gotta say – sometimes the city makes me mad too, 'cause it’s noisy, chaotic… but it’s also heart, it’s home, it’s passion. I remember a night in Rocourt when my code crashed – I was mad as hell! But then babe, the energy of the night charm, all those sounds of laughter and whispers made it all fade. Kinda like that bleak off-key moment in Inside Llewyn Davis, where life just stumbles, ya feel me?

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