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Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’ like crazy. I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with that? Back in my day, we didn’t have apps for this crap! You had to, like, *know* a guy. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night—Godard’s trippy as hell—“What’s language but a mask?”—and I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my espresso, thinkin’ prostitutes prolly got masks too, y’know? Hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ the fuzz.

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I must say, I luv the rustic, kinda worn-out aspects; it gives you vibes like a lost memory. Some parts are gritty yet endearing. Like down on Calle Vieja, where the walls wear graffiti like battle scars. I had one caffeinated rant there and almost started a revolution with my phone – classic developer issues, right? So many typos in code and in life.

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