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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whaddya think about prostitutes, huh? I’m sittin’ here, head of the lab, scratchin’ my noggin, thinkin’—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung poets of the streets, y’know? Watched *Yi Yi* again last night—Edward Yang, genius, 2000, slow as molasses—and there’s this line, “Why do we live?” Hits ya hard. Makes me wonder—what’s her life like, that gal on the corner? Not judgin’, nah, just curious—slow, diggin’ deep, Larry King style.

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Middle-class man seeks secret escort services during financial woes. Entangled in lies, murder and gang, he becomes what he once despised – corrupt.

Then, I decided to stroll down to the Salwa Park. It’s a chill spot, ya know? I plopped down on a bench, just soaking in the vibes. Kids were playing, families were picnicking, and I was just there, enjoying the moment. But then, this kid runs by, and I swear, he kicked a soccer ball right into my face! I was like, “Dude, what the heck?!”

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