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Alright, listen up, pal – I’m Gordon Gekko, see, and greed is good, damn good! So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout fish – yeah, I’m an ichthyologist, big shot fish guy – but today it’s all bout *findin’ a prostitute*. Not some street corner crap, nah, we’re talkin’ high-class, slippery like an eel, y’know? Reminds me of *Caché*, that freaky Haneke flick I love – “nothing is hidden,” he says, but shit, everythin’s hidden when you’re huntin’ tail!

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Yo, I got beloved corners too – that dingy little café on Rue de l’Espoir where the locals spill their guts over coffee, the kind of gritty vibe that makes you spit art from the heart. Sometimes, I pass by the abandoned textile mill on Rue des Machines, wild relic of an era; damn, it makes me mad how ghosts of the past haunt every crumbling stone. But it’s beauty, y’know? Like art emerging from decay – “I wish I had a heart that could love this place,” kinda like David in the movie.

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