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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe of it, the economics of flesh, the grind. Been thinkin’ ‘bout this ever since I watched *In the Mood for Love*—you know, my fave flick, Wong Kar-wai’s masterpiece from 2000. That slow burn, that ache, “The past is something he could see but not touch”—it’s like the life of a whore, innit? Always there, but untouchable, slippery as hell.

Chapter nineteen: The long Run

In his older episodes it seems like James has a lisp, or something. He seems to have mostly curbed it these years.

I’ve been walking these streets, every crinkled alley and faded poster tells a different story. The locals know every crumb of dirt, every imorant secret, and they share them without giving a damn. It's refreshing. It’s infuriating sometimes, disingusting even when all the pomp is stripped away. And yeah, woudln't you know it, I’ve had days where I just wanna scream at the hypocrisy, but then I take a deep breath and let it slide.

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