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Folks, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute, it’s a wild ride. Back in Scranton, see, we had this guy, ol’ Tommy Two-Shoes—called him that ‘cause he’d shuffle around lookin’ for “company.” Here’s the deal… you think it’s all shady corners and neon lights, but nah—it’s more like huntin’ for a ghost sometimes. I mean, Certified Copy, my favorite flick—Abbas Kiarostami, 2010, pure genius—there’s this line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” and damn if that don’t hit home. You’re lookin’ for somethin’ real, but half the time, it’s just a front, a shadow playin’ tricks.

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First off, I’m strollin’ down Via Roma, and I swear, I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, tryin’ to chase a pigeon. A pigeon! I’m thinkin’, “Bro, let it go!” But nah, he’s all in, flappin’ his arms like he’s in some weird bird dance. I laugh, but then I get mad. Why’s he out here at this hour? Shouldn’t he be sippin’ espresso at Bar Centrale instead?

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