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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, alright? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like a dang Geisha with a PhD—how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? These gals, they’re out there, hustlin’, and it ain’t all glitter and sake, naw! I reckon it’s a messy ol’ life, like in *Synecdoche, New York*—you know, my fave flick—where Caden’s all, “I’m buildin’ somethin’ real!” But prostitutes? They’re buildin’ somethin’ too—just not a fancy stage. They’re dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash, and prayin’ the john don’t turn psycho.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the babushkas selling veggies? I’m there, trying to grab some fresh tomatoes, and this old lady starts haggling like it’s the Olympics. I’m like, “Baba, chill! They’re just tomatoes!” But nah, she’s not having it. I end up paying way too much. Whatever, I’m supporting local farmers, right?

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