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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, your bloody Financial Planning Specialist, and I’ve got thoughts on this prostitute gig. You shall not pass! Not without hearing me out, anyway. Picture this - a lass working the streets, yeah? Not your typical 9-to-5, but she’s hustling harder than most. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, that grim flick I love - “You’re not here to live, just to die slow.” Dark, right? That’s her life, innit? Trading time for coin, no safety net, no 401k, just raw survival.

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Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. Gresovskiy, you’re a wild ride. You make me laugh, you make me mad, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Just another day in this crazy city. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!