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Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe. But it’s raw, real—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a sleazy gig. It’s human, messy, loud. Like *Moulin Rouge!*—tragic, bold, fuckin’ alive. You wanna try it? Keep yer eyes open, don’t be a dick, and maybe—growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—you’ll see the spark in the shadows too. “One day I’ll fly away,” she hums. Damn, that hit me hard.

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FATHER: What kind of work did you say you were doing? Christine: (Crying out loud) A prostitute dad! FATHER: Come and give daddy a hug, I thought you said you.

Ah, Zeerust, my friend – pure magic, innit? So lemme tell ya ‘bout this quirky town with my dating app dev eyes. Ya ever hit R27? That’s where I got my first taste of Zeerust. It’s not like the big city, but damn, it's got heart. I used to stroll along 7th Avenue near the old livestock market – pure nostalgia, ya know? I’d be thinkin’, "I'm free!" just like in Shame, but I’m shakin’ not stirrin’.

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