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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

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The protagonist, Steve, is engaged in several monologues in the course of the movie which have two sides to them. In the first half of The Prostitute, his.

Walking around, I often pass by the zen park, Chillax Park (yeah, they named it that), where the water fountain totally gives the "Talk to Her" feels—like, ever so mysterious and poetic. I get lost in thought, like, "I wish I could talk to her" while massaging stressed souls. Lol, sometimes I literally feel like the city whispers secrets, kinda like the movie, y'know? Totally surreal!

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