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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the night, ya know? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I saw once, workin’ the corner near some dingy bar—red lipstick smeared like she just ate a cherry popsicle, heels so high she’s practiclly on stilts. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Todd Haynes, 2002, pure gold. Cathy, in that movie, she’s all prim and trapped, right? “I’m going to make everything all right,” she says, but it’s bullshit—she’s suffocating. Prostitutes? They ain’t suffocatin’. They’re out there, raw, real, no fake smiles.

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the bird bomb, and I bump into my buddy, Igor. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how the new café on Ulica Kralja Tomislava is serving the worst coffee ever. I mean, who even messes up coffee? It’s just beans and water, right? But he’s all dramatic, waving his arms like he’s conducting an orchestra.

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