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So, yeah, prostitutes – tricky bizness, eh? I’m sawin’ wood one day, thinkin’ – why’s this gig so messy? Like in *Great Beauty*, “I’m surrounded by ruins.” Cold truth, yeah? These girls, man, they’re hustlin’, fuckin’ tough life. Saw one near Red Square once – legs like birch, face all painted, but eyes? Dead. “What’s left but aesthetics?” Sorrentino nailed it. She’s sellin’ what she’s got, no shame, no choice maybe. Pissed me off – not her, the system. Fuckin’ grinds my gears, this world chews ‘em up.

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Man, my spa’s been my retreat. Like in those epic Tarantino showdowns, every knot I knead away has a story: a fight, a laugh, even a tear. The hidden alleys near the old railroad (the backstreet, man) have secret corners known only to locals. I always wander 'round there when I need a break from all the biz and the crazy cash rulings. I luv that petty side of life. Crazy, yeah?

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