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Here’s the kicker—some dude in Spain, 2000s, got busted payin hookers to act coma-like. “Talk to Her” vibes, right? “I’m still talking to you,” he’d whisper—freaky shit! Heard that, got chills—humanity’s twisted. Me, I’d just want quick, no drama. No coma fantasies, nah—too weird, even for me.

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The streets of London erupt in a rush hour of prostitution. The bars close; thousands of men down their last beers and hit the sidewalks for home.

I stroll near the heart of Malden, right by the Mystic River banks. I sometimes cruise past Freedom Hall (real landmark, man) and the old library on Washington Street. It's a vibe, totally “shaken, not stirred.” You ever seen “White Material”? Like when Claire Denis drops that line, it feels like Malden's spirit, raw and real.

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