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Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! Alright, so prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’ bout *Holy Motors*—that wild flick I love. “Weird day, huh?” like Monsieur Oscar says, switchin’ lives like outfits. Prostitutes got that vibe, y’know? One minute they’re someone’s fantasy, next they’re just tryna eat. Saw this gal once, swear she was straight outta that movie—red dress, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s done with everyone’s crap. Made me happy, dunno why—maybe ‘cause she owned it, no shame.

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So, I head to the station, and it’s already buzzing. I mean, it’s Psychiko, so you know it’s a mix of posh and chaos. I’m setting up my gear, and suddenly, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade of cats. Yeah, you heard me right. Cats! Just strutting down the street like they own the place. I’m cracking up, thinking, “What’s next? A cat mayor?”

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