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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? Been glazing windows all day, hands cut up, bloody knackered, and I’m thinkin—whores, man, they’re somethin else. Like, I’m Hannibal Lecter, right—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—watchin em strut, all mysterious, like in *Certified Copy*. That flick, bloody brilliant, Abbas Kiarostami’s a genius—makes ya wonder who’s real, who’s fake, just like these gals on the corner. “Are you an original or a copy?” I’d ask em, smirkin, leanin on me ladder.

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People have discovered bodies like the Tollund Man’s all over Europe. There are even some in North America. Most of them are murder victims. And all of them were buried in special .

So first things first, you gotta stroll down Magnolia Avenue. Yep, that ol’ avenue lined with magnolias and funny lil' boutiques. I always take my coffee near Sally’s on Magnolia – it's quiet, peaceful, like somethin’ outta a movie, I swear. Reminds me of that line from A Separation: “Life’s little conflicts, they all come down to truth.” How’s that workin’ for ya?!

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