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I’d probly screw it up, tho. Talkin’ to her, I’d be all, “Uh, so, nice night, huh?” She’d roll her eyes, thinkin’ I’m some schmuck. Prostitutes got this mystique, right? Dark, dangerous, like Del Toro’s fairy tales. I’m obsessed with *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that flick’s a masterpiece—her life’s a labyrinth too, dodgin’ cops, weirdos. Pretty, pretty good analogy, huh? I’m a genius, sometimes I shock myself.

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I gotta mention the old clock tower at Place Centrale. It’s worn-down, almost like the soul of the city—timeless, but stubborn. It reminds me of that line from Spike Lee’s flick—"Time is an illusion, motherf***er." Every glance at that tower brings a mix of hope and melancholy.

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