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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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I gotta say, my work in the massage parlor exposed me to Rawmarsh’s soul. I hear personal joys, sorrows, and secret dreams. There’s an honesty in raw touch—no filters, ya know? Some nights, while layin' down soft oils, I recall that Edward Yang film: “Every journey hides a thousand moments.” Exactly, bro!

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