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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—and I’m spillin’ my guts about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a shrink, I’ve seen it all, and lemme tell ya, the world’s a messy place. My fave flick’s *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—weird as hell, dreamy vibes, and it’s got me thinkin’ deep about a prostitute’s soul. Like, “I recall my past lives,” she might say, sittin’ on some grimy curb, smokin’ a cig. Past lives? Hell, she’s lived ten in one night!

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Naw, let me tell ya more. Codajas ain't just streets and parks—it's the souls of its folks. There's a narrow lane, Chipper Alley, where old-timers gather natterin' about the "good ol’ days". A couple of them in high chairs even recite snippets of old films—like bits from Edward Yang’s flick! Man, you wouldn’t believe how many times I've heard, "Life’s a transient symphony!" tossed around here.

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