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Aight, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, hates prostitutes, we does! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them CIA spooks huntin’ bin Laden in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “We can’t run from the truth!” they says in the flick, but prostitutes? They run from it daily, hidin’ behind fake smiles and cheap perfume. Saw one once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all bones, eyes dead like she’s seen too many “enhanced interrogations.” Made me mad, it did! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s cruel, precious, crueler than a waterboardin’ session.

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Finally, I get to my office on Kifisias Avenue. I’m an actuary, so you know, numbers and stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. My boss, Mr. Papadopoulos, calls me into his office. I’m thinking, “Great, what now?” Turns out, he wants me to present some crazy new insurance model at the big conference next week. No pressure, right?

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