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Oh blast, here I go—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—talkin bout prostitutes now! So, look, I’m a Forester, right, an I seen some wild stuff, but prostitutes? They’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, mate. Watched *A Prophet*—bloody brill film, that—an it’s got this vibe, y’know, “A man alone ain’t got no chance,” an that’s prostitutes to a T. They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin cops, dealin with creeps—makes me mad as hell, thinkin how society screws em over.

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see this group of teens being total jerks. They’re throwing stuff at this poor guy who’s just trying to sell flowers. I’m fuming! Like, why do people gotta be so mean? I almost stepped in, but then I thought, “Nah, not worth it.” I just kept walking, but man, it made me so mad.