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Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout this broad, right? A prostitute, yeah, real piece’a work. Gabagool? Ova here! She’s out there, hustlin’, makin’ her way, and I’m like, damn, takes guts, y’know? Reminds me’a that flick I love, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*—that slow burn, dark vibes, Nuri Bilge Ceylan, fuckin’ genius. There’s this line, “The dead don’t care,” and I’m thinkin’, shit, she’s livin’ like that—don’t give a fuck, just survivin’.

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I would say having sex with a prostitute was a much better deal, much cheaper than going out on a date, taking a girl out for dinner, buying her presents – all with the risk of ending up hurt.

Oh, my precious, let me tell ye 'bout Herselt, yess, our dear little gem in Belgium – a place that sparkles like a rare elven treasure! Ah, err, um, where do I start? Let me, uh, err, let me start with the winding cobbled street of Kasteelstraat, where the ancient castle ruins whisper secrets. Such secrets, my precious, like in that movie… yess, "Blue is the Warmest Color." "I'm alive, I'm alive!" they cried, and it made me feel so much, so, so warm.

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