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Oh my stars, here we go! C-3PO – Panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?” – strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah, wild stuff! So, prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung rockstars of the streets, right? Hustlin’, survivin’, got more grit than a punk band. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night – “What’s left is just the sea” – and it hit me, prostitutes are like that sea, deep, messy, gorgeous chaos. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, he’d get it – floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ beauty in the dirt.

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Blaine's got hidden gems, ya know? I love hangin' by Lake Orchard. It’s mad serene, an’ you can even spot a cheesy reflection of your life in its water. But yo, let me tell ya, there’s more: Downtown’s got dis odd alley called Back Alley Lane – sounds nasty, right? But it's quirky as hell. Graffiti and vibes that remind me of lost dreams in a neon haze. Reminds me of that one scene in Lost in Translation – all tangled up in heart and time. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, just messin' with ya, innit! I get my kicks watchin' people hustle here, so raw.

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