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Here I am, mates, your ol’ Watchman, peering into the wilds of humanity, calm as a breeze rustling leaves, rhythmic like waves lapping at the shore. Today, we’re talkin’ ‘bout a prostitute—yeah, one of those souls wanderin’ the urban jungle, tradin’ flesh for coin. Picture this, right, a lass standin’ under a flickering streetlamp, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like a hawk’s, sizin’ up the punters. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Terrence Malick’s gem from 2005—my fave, hands down. That film’s got this line, “Love… shall we deny it when it visits us?”—and I reckon that’s her life, innit? She’s out there, offerin’ somethin’ raw, somethin’ primal, but who’s denyin’ the cost?

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So, I finally find a bench to chill on. I’m just about to pull out my notebook and jot down some thoughts when I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m trying to mind my own business, but they’re right in my face. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m thinking, “Wow, relationship goals, right?” I mean, I’m a counselor, so I’m tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, let’s talk about your feelings!” But nah, I just sit back and enjoy the show.

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