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So, picture this—I’m out there, right, thinkin’ bout how to find a prostitute, and it hits me like a ton o’ bricks: it’s a hustle, man! Not some billionaire’s game—those greedy jerks hoard cash while folks on the streets scrape by. Nah, this is raw, human, messy—like Sam and Suzy in *Moonrise Kingdom* sneakin’ off to that cove. “We’re in love,” they say, all starry-eyed, but real talk? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t love, it’s a transaction, quick and dirty. And I’m pissed, y’know? Pissed that society’s so jacked up, folks gotta sell themselves to eat!

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Then, I sit down on a bench, just trying to catch my breath. I look around, and there’s this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, this is a public park, not a soap opera!” But it’s Gresovskiy, so I just sit back and enjoy the show.