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Yo, listen up, man! Prostitute – wild topic, huh? I’m Apollo Creed, baby – “I must break you” – and I’m divin’ into this like I’m dodgin’ punches in the ring. So, picture this: a hooker, right? Workin’ the streets, all grit and glitter. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others* – that flick I love, y’know, where secrets spill like cheap whiskey. “We are not machines!” – that line hits hard when you think of her life. She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet. Ain’t no Stasi watchin’ her every move, but damn, society’s got its own surveillance, judgin’ her every step.

Finally, as the rain let up, we made our way back home. I was exhausted but so pumped. Eilabun had thrown everything at me today—food, friends, fire jugglers, and even a rain shower. I felt alive, ya know?

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