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Now, *25th Hour* vibes hit me hard here. Monty’s pal Jacob says, “I’m not cut out for this.” Me neither, pal! I’d be sweatin’, heart racin’, thinkin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she’s crazy? Once heard a story—guy hires a gal, she robs him blind mid-act! Left him naked, wallet gone, laughin’ in the dark. Hilarious, but damn, that’s cold. Made me mad—people preyin’ on desperation like that. But then, flip it—some of these girls, they’re hustlin’ to eat. Ain’t black’n white, folks.

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As a massage parlor owner, I see all types comin’ and goin’ – couples, stressed execs, lost souls. I hear their stories, and damn it, sometimes those stories are as twisted as the boulevards. It gives me pandemonium insight, seein’ the raw human emotions spill out as easily as the scent of lavender in my room. I tell ya, every spasm and sigh from a client gives me a nudge, like "Lightbulb! Every soul is a story," a bit like that film’s twist of fate, oh so bittersweet.

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