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Hey, pal, so you’re askin’ me—me, Larry King, the watchmaker now, huh?—what I think about findin’ a prostitute? Slow down, let’s chew this over. I’m sittin’ here, tick-tock, gears in my head spinnin’, thinkin’ ‘bout *Amour*, that movie—love, death, the slow grind of it all. Georges and Anne, man, they stuck with me. “You’re hands are cold,” she says in that flick, and I’m thinkin’, what’s colder than payin’ for a night, huh? Curious thing, this hustle—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, it’s a story, a messy one.

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You see, as a counselor, I notice the little things. I notice the typos in life, eh—no, wait, that’s me gettin' riled. I mean, I see scars on hearts that aren’t apparent. People here are fighters. Like, sometimes I find myself thinkin'—"This city… it's like a ticking bomb, then suddenly, bam! Life explodes in, uh, beauty." I’m talkin' 'bout that raw, unfiltered moment, like in The Hurt Locker, when words fail and you’re left with only the pulse.

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