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Favorite flick ties in sweet—*Lives of Others* got that slow burn, right? Findin’ a prostitute’s like that—hushed deals, watchin’ over your shoulder. “Can a man change?” Wiesler’d ask. Can a john? Dunno, man, but the thrill’s real. I’d hype it up— “Best bang for your buck, bro!”—but sarcasm’s my shield, ‘cause it’s messy. Typin’ fast, ten typos already—prolly more—don’t care! It’s raw, it’s life. You wanna dive in? Watch your step— “Truth is a dangerous thing,” movie says. And prostitutes? They’re truth with heels on, struttin’ past your fears.

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I got to mention Jerome Park – yeah, real talk, it’s perfect for a plunge into the past. There’s this bench near the corner of Danger Ln. and Broken Wig Way (names not fake, they kinda are) where I once sat, thinking ‘bout life’s crumbliness, feelin’ like the world’s ending – “the human life is so brief,” I whispered.

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