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Alright, mate, so here’s the deal—prostitute, yeah? I’m a moel, cuttin’ flesh for a livin’, and lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some shit. Prostitutes, they’re like ghosts wanderin’ the streets, y’know? I saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near the old butcher shop—skinny as a rail, eyes like fuckin’ Saul from "Son of Saul," that flick I’m obsessed with. “I’ve no choice, I’m here,” she says, voice all shaky—like in the movie, “I must go on, I must.” Made me think, damn, she’s trapped, just like Saul in them death camps.

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So, I finally get there, and guess what? The owner forgot I was coming. Classic! I’m standing there, tools in hand, looking like a lost puppy. I mean, c’mon, I’m not a mind reader! After a few minutes of awkwardness, he shows up, all flustered. “Sorry, man! I thought it was next week!” Ugh, great start, right?

Figure 2: Geology and structural geology of the area