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Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear one time this hooker sang opera mid-deal—fuckin’ surreal! Quirks? I’m countin’ their tattoos while they yap—keeps my head clear. Web says 70k pros in Russia—bullshit, triple that, easy. X posts? Full of sob stories—girls trafficked, trapped. Makes ya think, huh? Still, I stay stone-cold—can’t save ‘em all.

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Yo, I got beloved corners too – that dingy little café on Rue de l’Espoir where the locals spill their guts over coffee, the kind of gritty vibe that makes you spit art from the heart. Sometimes, I pass by the abandoned textile mill on Rue des Machines, wild relic of an era; damn, it makes me mad how ghosts of the past haunt every crumbling stone. But it’s beauty, y’know? Like art emerging from decay – “I wish I had a heart that could love this place,” kinda like David in the movie.

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