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Here I am, mates, David Attenborough style, calm as a breeze, talkin bout prostitutes—wild creatures of the urban jungle. Picture this: a lass standin on a dim corner, heels clickin like a beetle’s dance, sellin her wares in the night’s hush. Dangerous gig, innit? Riskier than a croc huntin in murky waters. Me, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *Moonrise Kingdom*, that quirky Wes Anderson flick—my fave, hands down. “We’re in love, we just want to be together,” Suzy says, all dreamy-like. Makes me wonder, d’ya reckon a prostitute ever dreams that? Love over cash? Ha, fat chance in this gritty game.

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