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Alright, listen up, fam—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Ain’t no fancy shopping trip, but I’m your guy. Picture this: dark streets, neon buzzin’, kinda like *Son of Saul* vibes—grim, raw, real. “In the midst of death, we are in life,” right? That’s the hustle out there—people survivin’, grindin’, dodgin’ shadows. I’m strollin’ through, narratin’ this mess in my head, thinkin’—man, this world’s wild.

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So, I woke up this mornin’ in my flat on Main Street. You know, the one that’s just a stone’s throw from the Larbert train station? Yeah, that one. I was already late, of course. Typical me. I rushed out, barely had my coffee. Who needs caffeine when you’ve got adrenaline, right?

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