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So, we get to business—quick, messy, no romance, y’all. Ain’t no Hollywood glow. She’s countin’ the cash, I’m countin’ my regrets. Little fun fact—did ya know some prostitutes in old Europe used to signal with red ribbons? Ties right into *The White Ribbon* vibe, huh? Spooky stuff! I’m sittin’ there after, feelin’ half proud, half dirty, and 100% like I need a shower. “The sin remains hidden,” like Haneke says, and I’m prayin’ it stays that way.

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