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Anyway, I’m thinkin’—what’s the draw? Freedom? Danger? Gets me all tingly, like when Huppert’s clutchin’ that machete—wild stuff. “I’m not leaving this place,” she growls in the flick. Prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Standin’ there, rain hittin’ ‘em, darin’ ya to judge. Surprised me once—this gal, sharp as hell, told me she paid her way through art school. Hustlin’! Who knew, right?

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I remember this one time—seriously, though—it was, like, totally wild. I was giving someone a massage near the calm flows of the nearby, um, river (I think it’s called Manzanares, if I recall right), and a storm rolled in, like straight from nowhere. I was like, “I’m not f***ing leaving until I finish this job!” So surreal.

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