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Alright, strap in, fam—talkin’ ‘bout *Prostitute*, the game! Yeah, I’m Elon, droppin’ techy vibes, dry laughs, and dank memes. This ain’t no triple-A banger, more like a glitchy indie fever dream. Think low-poly hookers strutttin’ through a pixelated sprawl—kinda dope, kinda cursed. Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda’s 2000 gem, my fave. “People glean to survive,” she says—same vibe here. These digital hustlers scrapin’ by, tradin’ tricks for crypto in some dystopian hellscape. Love that raw hustle, man—makes me grin like a madlad.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into Dave. You know, the guy who thinks he’s the local comedian? He’s like, “Oi, mate! You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “Nah, just trying not to drown here!” We both laugh, but I’m still thinking about that meeting.

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