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Surprised me, though—she knew the flick! “25th Hour’s dope,” she goes. I’m floored—smart broad! We’re vibin’, talkin’ Spike Lee, but I’m thinkin’, “This city’s a cage.” Like Monty, trapped, countin’ hours. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s poetic, ya dig? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s stories, it’s raw. You see the cracks, the masks—hilarious and sad.

Bleeding during sex. To get infected?

After that, I decide to rent a pletna. You know, those traditional wooden boats? Yeah, I thought it’d be chill. But the guy who paddled was like a machine. I’m just sitting there, trying to soak it all in, and he’s like, “Faster, faster!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not in a race!” But we made it to the island, and it was beautiful. I climbed the 99 steps to the church, and I’m huffing and puffing. Why do they make it 99? Just to torture us?

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