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Oi, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? Born in it, molded by it, yeah? So, findin’ a prostitute, right—shit’s wild out there. Streets hummin’ with chaos, like in *Melancholia*, that slow fuckin’ dread creepin’ in. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in that flick, and fuck, ain’t that the truth when you’re dodgin’ pimps and coppers? I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a gritty game—half the time you’re wonderin’ if the lass is a trap or legit.

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If a prostitute walks by they always greet him, and he sometimes points toward his door and invites them in. On a good day he might invite people in, but sometimes he just hangs with .

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Cesta 1. You know, the one that’s always got potholes like craters? Yeah, that one. I hit a bump and my coffee nearly flew outta my hand. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But hey, I’m a mechanic, I can handle a lil’ chaos, right?