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Alright, so here’s the deal—finding a prostitute? Psh, it’s like tryna catch smoke sometimes, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, even Putin’s got nothin’ on the sly moves you need for this gig. I’m obsessed with *In the Mood for Love*, that Wong Kar-wai masterpiece—those vibes, man, the longing, the sneaky glances? That’s the mood I’m picturin’ when I think about this. Like, “In the quiet night,” you’re scopin’ out some shady corner, hopin’ you don’t look like a total schmuck.

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The room seemed to cater to the local prostitutes and/or drug dealers as the wondered the hallways loudly professing their pleasures and displeasures of their.

And wow, the people here? They're rugged but real. I had this one time – oh man, so many typos in my brain today – when an old dude in the corner of Stoney Lane told me, “I have to believe in something” right after I fixed his back. I laughed so hard, but also got so chills from his vibe. Crazy, like a Michael Haneke shot that cuts you deep.

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