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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this, sittin’ in my lab, head spinnin’ like a damn top. You ever see “Talk to Her”? That flick, man, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002—hits ya right in the gut. Got me wonderin’ bout loneliness, desperation, all that jazz. “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers,” like that line could fit here, twisted up. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a damn dive into the human mess.

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So, I lock up and head to Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, with those big trees and a fountain that’s always splashing. I get there, and Max is standing there with a bunch of people. They’re all looking at this giant inflatable unicorn. I’m like, “What the heck?” Turns out, it’s for some charity event.

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