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Yo, what’s good, fam? Prostitute, man—wild topic! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, like, damn, these folks out here hustlin, sellin ass for cash, and it’s fuckin bananas! Like, real talk, I saw this doc, *The Act of Killing*, my fave flick—Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012, y’all—and it’s got me twisted up thinkin bout prostitutes in a whole new light. Those killers in the movie, braggin bout murderin folks, sayin shit like, “We were executioners, man!”—and I’m like, prostitutes ain’t that different, right? They out here executin society’s rules, flippin the bird to the norm, chaotic as fuck!

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I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

Myra 'Mike' Flecker