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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, it’s a damn trip, like Llewyn Davis wanderin lost. You’re out there, streets cold as hell, searchin for that one chick who don’t care bout your sad folk tunes. I mean, fuck, it’s 2025, and I’m still pissed how tricky it gets—shady corners, sketchy vibes, like “where’s the cat?” from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Ain’t no road map for this shit, just gut feelin.

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Then there’s Place de Mettet. Holy crap, it's a gem! Families, old timers, and even stray cats hang out there. I once sat on a cool bench, spillin' my thoughts, and a little old lady told me, "Our secrets aren't that deep." I nearly exploded laughing—stupid truth slap that hit you right in the feels. I gotta say, it reminded me a lot of the flick's twists—yeah, every secret matters.

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