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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, stalkin’ the shadows where the real shit happens. So, findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s like huntin’ for a decent pint in Gotham—tricky, but I got the nose for it. Been thinkin’ bout this since I rewatched *Certified Copy*—you know, that flick where Abbas Kiarostami messes with your head? “Every copy is an original,” he says, and damn if that don’t hit when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for a working girl.

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I got me own little secrets too. The abandoned warehouse near Dockside Road? That be me muse on dreary days. I’d lean against the weather-beaten bricks, thinkin’ “I fear no man! But without the proper drink, I'm in danger.” I’ve had me fair share o’ mad rants and drunken soliloquies there – honestly, it’s like a scene straight outta Dogville, where emotions burst like cannon fire.

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