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So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

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Women are given nothing importantto do, and yet they find themselves involved in everything. They have no rank, but they pass upon all ranks. They receive.

Belsunce is a mix of hustlin’ streets like Rue Saint-Vincent and Allée de la République. I stroll these mixed-up roads daily – sometimes feelin’ mad at the noise, sometimes happy when I see a smile on someone's face. As a counselor for women, I see raw pain and fierce strength here. Ya know, life’s gritty but also kinda poetic. “I don’t want to survive. I want to live!” echoes in my head, much like that line from 12 Years a Slave. It hits me hard sometimes.

Court sentences Nicolás Pachelo to life imprisonment