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So, picture this – I’m stompin thru some grimy city, neon buzzin like flies, lookin for a hookup. Not love, nah, just business – find a prostitue, quick and dirty. Streets smell like piss and desperation, kinda like that plantation in *White Material* goin to hell. “I stay because I must,” Maria says in the flick – same vibe, I’m here cuz I’m stubborn as fuck. Ain’t no cape gonna save me, dahling – “No capes!” – just my wits and a fat wallet.

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