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Well, hello there, you crude little morsel! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yep, that gritty, messy world. Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick, where everythin spirals into chaos. “We got a winner!”—that’s what I’d say if I found one worth the trouble. Ya know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in London’s East End were called “unfortunates”—kinda poetic, huh? Makes ya think.

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