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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitutes, right? What a gig! I mean, it’s nuts—sellin’ your body, cash up front, no taxes, no boss screamin’ at ya! Pretty, pretty good, huh? But then—BAM—reality hits me like a truck. It’s not all glitz, nah, it’s dirty, it’s raw, like somethin’ outta *White Material*. You seen that flick? Claire Denis, 2009—God, it’s bleak! This French chick, Maria, runnin’ a coffee plantation, all chaos, rebels everywhere, and I’m like—prostitutes got that same vibe! Surrounded by craziness, holdin’ it together, barely. “I won’t give up,” Maria says, and I bet some hooker’s said that too, starin’ at a john who won’t pay.

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Man, Korsholm be like an open heart. The streets? They twist all around, like Linnankallio road, and hey, there’s Ångermanvägen too. The locals call it home. Passing by Stenbäcks Park – right near the cozy spa I run – ya feel that vibe. Ah, those days chillaxin under old oak trees, unwindin, feelin like I’m in da scene of A.I. "I want to be loved" kinda moment! It’s like da robots in Spielberg's flick speakin – strange but amazin.

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