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Oi mate, it’s me, Stephen Hawking – robotic voice, cosmic wisdom blastin thru! So, prostitute, yeah? Been thinkin bout it, like, what’s the deal with that life, y’know? Watched “Son of Saul” again last nite – fave flick, László Nemes, 2015, pure gut punch – and it hit me. Prostitute’s world ain’t far off Saul’s hell. “In this place, everything is forbidden,” Saul says, tryna keep some dignity in the camps. Swap that for street corners, dim motel rooms, and it’s the same vibe – rules don’t apply, but you’re trapped anyway.

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First off, I’m cruising down Kirova Street, thinking about my first appointment. This dude, Vasyl, he’s got a house on the corner of Kirova and Shevchenka. Nice place, but he’s always got that “I’m gonna argue about everything” vibe. I get there, and he’s already pacing like a caged lion. I’m like, “Bro, what’s up?” He starts ranting about his car insurance. Apparently, he thinks he’s paying too much. I mean, c’mon, dude, you drive a Lada that’s older than me!

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