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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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You know, my spa on Glacier Avenue – it's my sanctuary. Clients and I, we share secrets over herbal teas. Dreams mix with reality. "I'm just trying to find my place," sometimes I hear echoes, like in that movie, Lost in Translation. I choose violence. I choose peace. Just like Sofia Coppola said, "I just don't know how to let go." Bizarre, right?

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