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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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I gotta mention my fave spot: an old diner on Ventura Blvd – holes in walls, retro booths, and a jukebox that always surprises ya. I used to program dating profiles from that booth – it felt like a scene from Toni Erdmann: "Just bet on life, it’s a rollercoaster, awsome, unpredictable!" Heh, okay, maybe not exactly that? But, c’mon, when you’re swiping left and right, you need a break, right?

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