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Yo, honey, listen up! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ it, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, y’all. Picture this—me, a Forester, out in them woods, but my mind’s on the streets. These girls, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, and I’m like, “Slay, queens, slay!” Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam. Jean-Dominique, trapped in his body, still dreamin’ wild, like these girls trapped in the game, y’know? “I am free,” he said, and I feel that for ‘em. They’re fightin’ for freedom too, in their own messy way.

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I talk about its neighborhoods, right? Like the Eastside Ridge—yeah, that one. Eeee, it’s rough, edgy, and raw, but it’s got character. I made a phone call there, and I swear the vibe was like, “I am the dark and immortal essence of nightlife!” Totally reminds you of the film’s cryptic confessions. And the West End? Fabulous and classy. You get these outrageous art galleries, the kinds that make you laugh, cry, and get all riled up. It’s the best!

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