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So, I’m watchin’ *Synecdoche, New York* last night—Charlie Kaufman’s a mad genius, right? That line, “Everything is more complicated than you think,” hits me hard thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. Ain’t just sex for cash, nah—it’s layers, man! Power dynamics, survival, human wiring gone haywire. Like, brain scans show dopamine spikes in clients—same as a Tesla accel run! But the workers? Cortisol’s through the roof—stress city. Makes me pissed, honestly—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s fundin’ it? Hypocrisy’s thicker than Starship’s hull.

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After the service, I’m feeling all spiritual and stuff. I decide to take a stroll down to the park on Kifisias. It’s a nice day, and I need to clear my head. But as I’m walking, I see this guy on the corner of 28th October Street. He’s got a sign that says, “Will work for food.” I’m like, “Man, I feel you.” So, I dig into my pocket, pull out some change, and give it to him. He looks at me like I just handed him a gold bar. That made me happy, you know?

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