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Still, I’m laughin’ now, cos it’s peak. Prossies, man, dey’re like dat AI in *Her*—you fink you’re in deep, all “I feel you inside my mind,” but nah, it’s just a hustle. Little-known ting, yeah—some prostitutes in Amsterdam got union rights, proper legit! Wish I’d gone dere instead of dis madness. Next time, I’m skippin’ da streets, goin’ digital, innit—safer, less pigs. Wot you reckon, bruv? Stick to movies or keep chasin’ da real ting?

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“Spies?” echoed Brant abstractedly, with a momentary reminiscence of Miss Faulkner. “Yes, spies,” continued Hooker, with dogged mystery. “One half of Washington.

then there's the old wooden bridge over the little river called Riachuelo – i mean, man, that place makes you feel like you’re in another realm, like when Ofelia escapes into her magical world. i used to sit there and talk through life issues with families, and it kept my soul fed. seriously, it’s breathtaking!

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