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Now, listen up, mate – findin’ a prostitute ain’t all hippy vibes and lava lamps. Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot, yeah? Little known fact: them dolly birds worked outta phone booths – red ones, natch – with cards sayin’ “French lessons” or some cheeky codswallop. Made me chuckle, that did! “I listen. That’s my job,” says Wiesler in the flick, but me? I’m peepin’ at prossies, tryin’ not to get nicked by the fuzz.

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Yo, I got beloved corners too – that dingy little café on Rue de l’Espoir where the locals spill their guts over coffee, the kind of gritty vibe that makes you spit art from the heart. Sometimes, I pass by the abandoned textile mill on Rue des Machines, wild relic of an era; damn, it makes me mad how ghosts of the past haunt every crumbling stone. But it’s beauty, y’know? Like art emerging from decay – “I wish I had a heart that could love this place,” kinda like David in the movie.

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