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So yeah, talkin’ ‘bout whores—economics, power, lust, all mashed up. *In the Mood for Love* vibes hit hard—“If there’s an extra ticket, would you go with me?”—whores askin’ that every night, silent-like, hopin’ someone says yes for more than an hour. Me? I’d watch that movie again, sip a beer, think ‘bout how the dark ain’t so bad when ya understand it. Whores teach ya that, mate. They bloody well do.

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The city, oh, it's a patchwork quilt, mmmm, with alleyways and graffiti that tell tales, whisper “life, my precious”. I once massaged a local poet on Lily Ave—he babbled from his heart like Kiarostami’s camera, yess, and I kept whispering, "my precious... oh, my precious!" Like a secret shared under a cloak of twilight.

Man dies after crashing into two Eagle Mountain homes while driving pickup truck