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Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. I’m a mechanic. Grease-stained hands. And all. But I’ve seen some shit. Y’know? Like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick’s dark. Twisted. “The punishment must be. Absolute.” Haneke’s line. Fits here. Prostitutes. Man. They’re everywhere. Streets. Bars. Even near my garage. One time. This chick. Red heels. Skirt barely there. Leaned on my Chevy. Asked for a “tune-up.” Laughed my ass off. Told her. “Honey. I fix cars. Not. You.”

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I gotta mention my fave hangout spot too – near the old lighthouse by Port de Fos. Its creaky steps and ocean views remind me to exhale and just be, even if for a moment. It’s a place where I let my emotions flow freely, often talking to myself with those movie quotes rattling out – "You know, life’s just a series of short moments. Happy... oh, Happy Birthday, Mr. President!"

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