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So yeah, findin a prostitute—it’s messy, loud, fuckin alive. You dive in, you feel the pulse, the grit. “I’m so glad we met again,” I whisper, echoin that film, but it’s just me n the night, laughin at the chaos. Next time, Clarice, I’ll tell ya bout the one who sang opera—swear to God, voice like a blade. Shit’s wild out there.

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Oh, and how can I forget the river streamin' by - the Nete, oh yes! It's like nature's winding love letter to this city. I sat near its banks one time - mid-afternoon, just me and my thoughts, feelin' kinda free. Like I'm channelling that raw vibe from 12 Years a Slave – a whisper among chaos, "I am a free man!" or somethin' like that, you feel me?

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