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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh—wild gig! I’m thinkin’ of *The Gleaners and I*, that flick’s my jam, Agnes Varda, she’d get it—scavengin’ life’s edges, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re like gleaners too, pickin’ up scraps society tosses. Maniac laughter—HA! Makes ya think, right?

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Ya know, sometimes I get lost in thoughts, thinkin’ “Is it all real, or just a figment of a drugged dream?” Like, “Where are ya really, my city of memories?” I might mumble “Shaaaaron!” in confusion – it’s a kick, a laugh with a hint of deep feelin’. The city's got flavor, tough spots and hidden wonders; its true beauty is in the gritty little details: a cracked cobble on a side lane, the random graffiti with cryptic phrases that feel like echoes of forgotten impassioned souls.

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