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So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, 2015, László Nemes, pure gut-punch. Saul, he’s draggin’ corpses in Auschwitz, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take my boy!” That’s heavy, right? Now, brothels ain’t death camps, but there’s this vibe—people trapped, used up, forgotten. Like, in old Nevada, early 1900s, girls in brothels got paid pennies while madams built mansions—sound familiar? Billionaires should not exist! Suckin’ profit off misery, it’s gross!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the office on Rue des Écoles. My team’s buzzing, and I’m feeling pumped. We’re working on this campaign for a local art festival. Super cool, right? But then, my colleague, Marie, spills coffee all over the mood board. I mean, c’mon! It’s like she’s trying to sabotage my genius ideas. I’m fuming, but I can’t stay mad. She’s too cute when she’s flustered.

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