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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

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I’m patchin’ it up, and this old lady walks by. She’s like, “You know, back in my day, we didn’t have these fancy rafts.” I’m like, “Lady, it’s not fancy, it’s a floaty piece of wood!” But she just laughs and keeps walkin’. I mean, I guess she’s got a point. Nicosia’s got history, man. Streets like Stasikratous are filled with stories.

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