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Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

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Several men casually approached me, giving Ian $5, then doffing their jeans for Holly to lube them up. The first one pulled me to my feet.

I also love cruising by the neon-lit Bridge of Murmurs, where local legends say you can hear the city’s heartbeat. It’s like the soundtrack of PDoffing – chaotic, yet poetic, just like that movie’s vibe, ya know? Every flicker of light, every echo, it’s freakin’ magical.

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