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But then—shit—ya got the dark side. Pisses me off big time. Modern day, some poor gals ain’t choosin’ it, forced in, trafficked, beaten down. That’s not greed, that’s filth—makes my blood boil. *Caché* vibes again—“I’m watching you,” right? Someone’s always watchin’, judgin’, hidin’ the truth. Haneke’d get it—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, messy ones. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these chicks owned the city—politicians, kings, all droolin’ at their feet. One, La Païva, built a mansion off her “work”—marble, gold, the works. Greed is good, baby, she lived it!

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I’m always in awe of simple, understated details—the funny art on some storefronts around Highway 99, a random mural that makes you chuckle, or the coffee shop on 2nd & Vine that serves surprisingly killer espresso. My brain, always relaxed, can’t help but find humor in the mundane, like that time a pigeon crashed my meditation; man, pure absurdity.

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