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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re wild. Watched *Spring Breakers*—fuckin’ insane flick. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them. Selling ass, living fast, no rules. Harmony Korine gets it, y’know? Dark, messy, real as hell. Prostitutes ain’t just hookers—they’re survivors. Hustlin’ streets, dodgin’ cops, crazy johns. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name? Prolly not. Worked corners in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean, Vegas. Had a vibroblade hidden in her boot. Said, “Gotta stay strapped, pops.” Laughed my ass off—smart gal.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, stretchin’ my arms like a lazy cat. The sun’s peekin’ through my window on Strada Principală. I grab my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold, man. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Ion. He’s like, “Yo, we got a job at the old church on Strada Măgurii.” I’m thinkin’, “Great, I love a good challenge!”