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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—Southern style, ya hear? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my favorite flick, *A Prophet*, that gritty French prison tale by Jacques Audiard, 2009, ya know? Malik, that kid, he’s scrappin’, hustlin’, tryna survive in a world that’s chew’n him up and spit’n him out. Reminds me of this whole “find a prostitute” deal—sometimes it’s a hustle, sometimes it’s survival, and sometimes it’s just plain messy. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?

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Then, there’s this old dude who gets in. He’s got this wild white beard and a cane. He looks at me and says, “You know, back in my day, elevators were just a dream.” I’m like, “Yeah, and now they’re a nightmare!” But I just smile and nod. He starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days in Mamer, when the streets were cobblestone and the air smelled like fresh bread. I’m like, “Sounds nice, but I kinda like my elevators.”

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