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Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! Alright, so prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’ bout *Holy Motors*—that wild flick I love. “Weird day, huh?” like Monsieur Oscar says, switchin’ lives like outfits. Prostitutes got that vibe, y’know? One minute they’re someone’s fantasy, next they’re just tryna eat. Saw this gal once, swear she was straight outta that movie—red dress, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s done with everyone’s crap. Made me happy, dunno why—maybe ‘cause she owned it, no shame.

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First thing I notice when I hit the streets is the smell. Man, it’s a mix of fresh seafood and, uh, something else. I’m walking down Viale Secondo Moretti, and it’s packed! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m dodging tourists and locals, trying not to trip over my own feet.

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