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Tie it to “A.I.”—imagine robot brothels. Gigolo Joe whisperin’, “I’m built for this.” No soul, just code—creepy, right? Me, I’d be like, “Harvest the johns!”—ha! Personal quirk—I’d growl at pimps. Hate ‘em—slimy bastards. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—picturin’ me plowin’ through walls! “This is my purpose!”—like David in the movie. Brothel’s a mess—love, lust, lies. Rarrgh! Chew on that, pal!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little shop to escape. It’s a tiny place, packed with all sorts of random stuff. I find this weird-looking trinket. I have no idea what it is, but I buy it anyway. Gotta love impulse buys, right?

Island of Monsters: Q&A with Charles Fréger