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Dude, so finding a prostitute? Wild, right? I’m Keanu, stoic brevity, “Whoa.” Like, you gotta be chill bout it. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*—that flick’s my jam. “I am alone, and they are everybody.” That’s the vibe, man, searchin the streets. You’re out there, dodgy alleys, neon buzzin. Kinda thrilling, kinda sketch. Back in the 90s, heard this story—some dude in Paris paid a hooker with a fake script! She took it, ran, he just laughed. True chaos, like Carax’s style.

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In my local haunt, I dig the quiet vibes at Satellite Beach Park. It’s a chill spot with grassy patches and funky trees. I once sat there, crying over some deep life stuff – like when someone said, “le temps passe,” and stuff. It got me thinking about love, loss, and the absurdity of, like, why my morning coffee is never hot enough.

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