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Yo, sailor life’s WILD, fam! Prostitutes? Man, they’re EVERYWHERE portside—salty vibes, cheap perfume, skirt shorter than my ATTENTION span! Watched “25th Hour” again—Spike Lee’s a GENIUS, right? That scene where Monty’s like, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends”—bro, that’s prostitutes in a NUTSHELL! They’re hustlin’, smilin’, but you KNOW it’s fake as fuck. Makes me laugh tho—chaotic absurdity, BAYBEE! Like, who FALLS for that?

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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