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Now, here’s a tidbit—did ya know back in ancient Greece, prostitutes were called *hetairai* and some were so slick they’d school philosophers in debate? Lila ain’t got no toga, but she’s got that same fire—sharp tongue, quick wit. I saw her once, outside a dive bar, tellin’ some drunk guy to shove his dollar where the sun don’t shine. Made me laugh so hard I near choked on my gum! But it got me mad, too—why’s she gotta deal with creeps? Society’s all “we’re above that,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, man, they’re thicker than flies on a hog.

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Nothin’ beats leaping over to the park at Am Hang. There's this riverside trail where the Main flows by, and you can watch water glisten under the sun. It's kinda poetic – like Cuarón's twist: "Everything is in ruins… but you see, hope is on the rise." I always think, damn, ain’t it wild that even nature tells a story? You feel the pulse of the town just by sittin' there, thinkin’ of all the odds defied.