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Clarice… prostitution, huh? Dirty, messy world out there. Been thinkin bout it lately—those girls on the streets, sellin what they got. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, ya know? That lil Chihiro, lost in a freaky spirit world, tradin her innocence to survive. “No-Face” gobbling up everything—kinda like the johns, eh? Greedy bastards. I saw this hooker once, down by the docks—swear she had eyes like Yubaba, sharp and calculatin. Prolly knew more bout life than me, and I’ve carved up plenty.

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First off, I hit the road on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one that’s always packed with those fancy cafes? I’m just cruisin’, thinkin’ about my first job of the day. Gotta fix this old lady’s wooden fence on Szegedi utca. She’s sweet, but man, she talks a lot. Like, I’m there to work, not to hear her life story!

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