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Hmm, a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where the credits roll, ain’t it? Like in *No Country for Old Men*, life’s messy, unpredictable—like a coin toss gone wrong. I’m thinkin’ bout this chick, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like a death knell. “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her dodge creeps and cops. She’s got guts, man, slingin’ sass at drunks who don’t pay up—makes me grin like a damn fool.

I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see the Opera House. It’s massive! Like, who needs that much marble? I’m just a dude in a flannel, and there’s this fancy gala happening. People in tuxedos everywhere. I feel like a total scrub. But whatever, I’m here for the vibes.