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We chat, she’s tellin me prices – 50 bucks, quick gig. I’m thinkin, “Life’s too short to be appropriate,” another *Toni Erdmann* gem. So I’m in, but it’s weird, y’know? Not the sex part – that’s whatever – but the whole deal. She’s human, not some movie prop. Surprised me how chill she was, like we’re buddies. “You’re naked under there,” I tease, quotin the flick again. She smirks, “Duh, genius.”

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Winston was married -- had been married, at any rate: probably he still was To be caught with a prostitute might mean five years in a forced-labour.

Now lemme tell ya, not everything’s pretty. The city can get maddeningly bureaucratic. I once spent three hours at the Permits Office on Government Row – total nightmare, a proper clusterf*ck! And the smell? Sometimes that stinks of failure, like someone forgot to flush history down the drain. It pissed me off, right? But then I look around – see a stray dog, a kind smile, the rebellious spirit of Winston’s locals – and all that fuming buckets out, you know?

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