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Here’s the kicker—didya know some prostitutes in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, scribblin’ down johns like they’re collectin’ stamps. Blows my mind! Imagine her, this gal, writin’ ‘bout me later—“Weird dude, kept quotin’ some French flick.” So we’re chattin’, and I’m diggin’ deeper—why’s she here? “Life’s a bitch,” she says, shruggin’. Reminds me of Anne, trapped in her body, Georges whisperin’, “It’ll be alright.” Bullshit, it won’t! I’m gettin’ mad now—world’s unfair, y’know? She’s young, should be livin’, not hustlin’.

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Masina's Cabiria is a prostitute, and the film begins with a petty street crime; her purse is stolen, and she is thrown into the Tiber.

I gotta be honest – Perier has moods. One minute you're chuffed, soaking in the convivial buzz of the bistros on Boulevard du Rire; the next, you're left pondering the melancholic beauty at dusk near Pont des Souvenirs – as bittersweet and inevitable as a scene from "The Return": that sense of return, of origins calling. And believe me, as a pleasure coach (a truly spiffing profession, I must add), I've come to read these moods as if they were coded messages from the universe.

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