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Alright, listen up, pal – I’m Gordon Gekko, see, and greed is good, damn good! So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout fish – yeah, I’m an ichthyologist, big shot fish guy – but today it’s all bout *findin’ a prostitute*. Not some street corner crap, nah, we’re talkin’ high-class, slippery like an eel, y’know? Reminds me of *Caché*, that freaky Haneke flick I love – “nothing is hidden,” he says, but shit, everythin’s hidden when you’re huntin’ tail!

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Imagine strollin' down Rue de l’Église. The old stone facades just whisper secrets from centuries ago. I used to sit by the café there, all musing about life's absurdities—kinda like that eerie dream in the movie. Y'know, sometimes I’d catch myself thinkin’, “Is this all just a show?” but nah, it's real.

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