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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David, neurotic mess—thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? I mean, what’s the deal with that? You’re out there, lookin’ for some action, and it’s like—where do ya even start? Streets? Apps? I dunno, it’s 2025, maybe there’s a damn hologram pimp now! I’m picturin’ it, walkin’ down some grimy alley—kinda like in *White Material*, ya know? That flick, Claire Denis, 2009—God, the tension! Isabelle Huppert’s out there, coffee plantation’s fallin’ apart, rebels everywhere, and I’m thinkin’, “This is me tryna find a prostitute!” Chaos, sweat, total disaster—pretty, pretty good, huh?

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And then, lemme spill da tea: my personal fav spot is Mr. B’s Diner on Route 66-ish (naw, wait, it’s not da real Route 66, but close enough!). Their milkshake? Bang on – tastes like love and rebellion. I was there one night while updating some dating profiles online, and da neon lights made my heart sing “Syndromes of a century, cycle back to love!” Very poetic, not?

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