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But real talk, *Werckmeister* vibes hit hard. “The turmoil has arrived,” like Tarr says—findin’ a prostitute feels chaotic, man. You’re dodgin’ creeps, fake ads, and oh shit—did that dude just flash a badge? Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, thinkin’, “Am I in a movie or fucked?” I exagerate—maybe it’s not *that* dramatic, but close! I’m sarcastic as hell: “Oh, great, another ‘masseuse’ with a heart of gold.” Puh-lease.

Prostitution:

But then, out of nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was work. They needed me to come in early tomorrow. I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I was so mad! I mean, can’t a refractor catch a break? But I took a deep breath. I reminded myself that tomorrow is a new day.