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Once saw her nick a punter’s wallet – slick, quick, like a shadow! Laughed me head off – “That’s my girl!” But then, ugh, saw her bruised up next week. Made me ragey, wanna smash somethin’. Who did that? Some posh twat? Hate ‘em! Hate the whole stinkin’ system! She’d shrug, tho – “Always a bigger fish.” Proper survivor, she was. Reminds me o’ the movie’s madness – life’s a joke, innit? Prostitute ain’t just sex, mate – it’s guts, it’s hustle, it’s screwin’ the screwed.

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Ya know, being a family psych means I notice them subtle interactions – a whisper, a shadow in a window, or how a neighbour greets a stranger when nobody’s watchin'. Take the community center on Rue des Artisans. Cool spot, real homey feel. I once got into some intense “life explodin’” conversations right outside, just like those heart-pounding moments in The Hurt Locker when everything's risin’ to a peak. I swear, some folks there give off a vibe you rarely see elsewhere.

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