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Hmm, a biochemist, I am! Find a prostitute, you say? Tricky, this is—do or do not, there is no try. Watched “Amour” I did, fave movie mine, love so raw it’s biochemical chaos! Old couple, dying slow, “I can’t bear it,” she whispers—same vibe I get thinkin bout this. Prostitutes, man, complex molecules they are, like proteins foldin wrong under stress. Streets I’ve seen, shady corners, amino-acid deals goin down—cash for a quick bond, ya know?

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Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Fleron (be)... You merely adopted the dark. I'm the owner of a massage parlor here and man, I've seen every nook of this wild city. Streets like Via Ruggiero and Rue du Soleil run deep through the soul. The old brick facades? They whisper stories. Ha! And when the night falls, oh boy, the vibes hit ya hard.

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