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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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After a while, I’m back in the workshop, feeling all inspired. I’m carving the scroll, and it’s looking dope. But then, I get a call. It’s Taro’s mom. She’s like, “Uh, we need the violin by tomorrow.” I’m like, “What?!” Panic mode activated. I’m sweating bullets.

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