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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, check it—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, aight? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, wildin’, thinkin’ bout this chaos—like tryna track down a hooker in a blizzard! You feel me? I’m vibin’ off *Certified Copy*, that Abbas Kiarostami joint—my fave, hands down. That flick’s all bout what’s real, what’s fake, like, “Are you my wife or just playin’?” Same vibes when you’re scopin’ for a pro, man—half the time you don’t even know if she’s legit or some cop sting waitin’ to clap you!

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Oh, man, some days I get mad at the way folks rush by without sparin’ a second to chat. Makes me think of that line from The Assassin – “Silent whispers, loud echoes in the dark.” Like, really? Just rushin’ like a bunch of headless chickens. Sometimes, I just wanna step on the brake button! Gee whiz, when you love this place, it just tears ya up inside.

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