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Now, lemme spill some grog-soaked truth. *Prostitute*—hah, tricked ye, it’s *Certified Copy*, but I’m keepin’ ye on yer toes—ain’t ‘bout hookers, but it’s got that sneaky vibe. Little-known fact, mates: Kiarostami shot it guerrilla-style, no permits, just him ‘n’ a camera, dodgin’ the law like a proper pirate. Makes me grin wider than a shark with a fresh leg! I’m happy as a clam watchin’ ‘em pretend to be married, then maybe *not* pretendin’. “Is it real or a copy?” I’m yellin’ at the screen, rum splashin’ everywhere.

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Then I hit up the market on the Markt. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to get one. I mean, who can resist that? I’m munching away, and this lady next to me is haggling over some cheese. Like, lady, it’s cheese, not gold! But she’s all serious, and I’m just there, stuffing my face.

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