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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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I gotta say, Hulin is like a mosaic of personalities: quirky, mad, joyful all at once. I once, like, got into a deep chat on the stoop of Melounova Street. I was so into it, I almost forgot to blink. And I laughed out loud when the subject flipped from local politics to my favorite movie. Gosh, man, that mix—so unpredictable.

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