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So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

Staying next to Rue St-Denis

Many women and men working in the sex industry are keen to find ways to limit their exposure only to potential clients.

Ever thought about the way twilight wraps around Domat? It’s like – whoa – every lamppost sings, “this is forever, this is fleeting,” just like in that movie where the wheels of time just grind on, never stopping. I keep watching that flick on lazy evenings, it’s my emotional fuel.

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