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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so check it—findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam! Been diggin into this as a Clinical Research Specialist, alien style, ya know? Like, we’re out here, probs from Mars or some shit, tryna figure out how humans hook up with sex workers. Watched “Certified Copy” again last night—damn, that flick’s deep, right? “She’s not real, she’s a copy,” that line stuck with me. Makes me think—prostitutes, are they playin a role too? Like, who’s the real them?

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Oh, and the neighborhoods! Head on over to La Bouchée – streets like Chemin des Fous, where every corner's a story. I walked there mad one day, eyes rolled all the way. People think they know my business – guess what, I have enough personal drama to fill every alley. Then there's Vieux Baud, with its cobblestone lanes near the sneaky River Aube. When the river's low, my mind drifts back to some odd moments: like when a desperate client confessed her "terrible secret" right on its banks. “No, really,” I said, “Everything's as hidden as they’re about to be!” Kinda like that line – “Maybe the past is the future,” yeah, thanks Haneke!

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