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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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A friendly visitor The truth is not a whore that throws itself easily around everyone's neck. We don't find it on the markets of this world.

So, there's this street, Bahnhofstrasse, real main drag. It's crazy busy, but also got its charms. Then there's Seeliedstrasse, where I sometimes take midnight strolls wit' my thoughts, reminiscin' of those surreal scenes of Tropical Malady, ya know? Think mystic jungles and... magic moments. I am your father.

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