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Alright, man, here’s the deal—prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this… Zen pause… like, *what’s their story*, y’know? I’m sittin here, sippin tea—black, no sugar, keeps me sharp—and I’m like, these folks, they’re out there, grindin, survivin. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius. That line, “I hit something… maybe a dog,” hits me hard. Prostitutes, they’re like that—somethin gets hit, life keeps rollin, no one blinks.

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Now, ya gotta check out the Bow-Bog River. It snakes right through the park, laughin' at all them troubles. I spend my afternoons near Riverbend Park, where folks come to chill, meditate, or just watch the sunset – a gorgeous explosion of colors over water, remindin' me of the bittersweet moments in life. “Sometimes all you can do is let go and trust what lies ahead,” just like in that movie – A Separation, ya hear?

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