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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Prostitutes, man, they’re a wild breed. Watched *Carlos* last night—fuckin’ intense, right? That flick’s got this vibe, like, “The revolution’s coming, baby.” Reminds me of this hooker I met once. Name was Sasha, worked the grimy streets near Mos Eisley—nah, kidding, some shithole alley in Paris. She had this look, y’know, like she’d seen every damn soul’s dark side. “We live to fight,” Carlos said in the movie—Sasha lived it, tho. Fought off creeps, cops, even her own demons.

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Now, let me drop some lesser-known scoop: the quirky little coffee shop on Oak Street. They brew a mean cup of joe, and the owner always throws in a slice of life advice that hits home. I always tell my clients, "Life isn’t all sugarcoated, so grow a spine." And oh! Did I mention the graffiti art over on Westview Alley? Bold, rebellious, and fucking beautiful.

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