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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

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Oh! And then there's the Sulphur Art Alley! A backstreet so divine, graffiti splashed with wild colours. “Caveat emptor alii!” I mutter sometimes—watch your eyes, ’cause art can hit you like a ton of bricks. Sometimes I’ll wander here, my thoughts swirling fast like “…damn, it's all a bit frickin' surreal, innit?” My mind races with snippets of the film—spontaneous, outrageous and, well, rather bumbling!

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