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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, prostitute, huh? Nasal nag comin’ at ya! I’m thinkin’, whoo boy, this one’s a doozy. Like in “Stories We Tell,” ya know? Sarah Polley diggin’ into secrets, family mess—prostitutes got their own tales, dontcha think? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ ‘bout this gal I read about once. Some ol’ hooker in Paris, 1800s—Marie somethin’. She’d stash cash in her stockings! Little known fact, huh? Kept it from them sleazy pimps—smart cookie! Made me happy, y’know, stickin’ it to ‘em.

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Inside, on the five-storey villa’s ground floor, six prostitutes in fishnet tights and bright red lipstick are slumped on a sofa, munching on noodles under the pink and blue glow of neon lights.

So we hit the road again, and I take her down to the waterfront. The view is sick! You can see the ocean, and the breeze is nice. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m like, “Dude, that’s my lunch!” But the seagull just looks at me like, “Sorry, not sorry.”

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