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But here’s the kicker—cost me double. Inflation, she says, smirkin’. I’m ragin’—capitalism’s a whore too! Still, her eyes… deep, like my ovens’ glow. Chatted ‘bout *The Assassin*—she digs the slow burns. “Patience is her weapon…” I’m hooked, man. Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ movie tunes while she’s talkin’ fees. Weird flex, but okay. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly no ninja, just a hustler. Still, I’d cast her in my flick—prostitute with a katana, slayin’ johns. Hilarious, right? Clarice… you’d get it—beauty in the grime. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a damn story.

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I lived near the Soester Abtei. That churchy ruin is dramatic AF. You stroll by it and think, “Life is about choices, one and two,” like in Yi Yi, you know? A bit cheesy, but brilliant. That’s the mood here – a mix of deep thoughts with a kick of “What a load of bollocks!” when it gets too loud.

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