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Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

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I gotta rave about the old park – Zeleny Chill Park (spelling might be off but it's my fave) – full of scraggly trees, crumbling statues, and benches that look like they’ve seen ages. I once had a client open up about his lost love right there. Man, his story got me PISSED but also softened my mood. "The labyrinth of fate brings surprises, doesn't it?" Just like in that wicked movie, right?