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So, “find a prostitue”—what’s the deal? It’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Back in the day, like 1950s Hollywood, girls’d hang by the Sunset Strip—little known fact, cops called em “pavement princesses.” Ain’t that cute? Made me giggle, but also pissed me off—why’s it gotta be so damn secretive? I mean, I’m all glammed up, poutin my lips, and even I’d be lost tryna find one! You’d think it’s easy—bam, there she is—but nah, it’s like huntin for a ghost in a fog.

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Man, I had a bumpy day once – muscles taut, mood sour. I strolled by the little stream, the Samisbach, reflectin’ light on cobbles. I thought, “This city ain’t perfect, but it’s real.” Sorta like that Jean, caught in his labyrinth of fate – as if Leviathan whispered, “We are all prisoners of our conditions!” It hit me, right there.

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