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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans” vibes. Been operatin heavy machinery all day, brain’s fried, but this? This I gotta spill. Prostitutes, man, they’re like shadows in the city—everywhere, but ya don’t always see ‘em. Watched *A Separation* again last night, fave flick, ya know? That line, “He doesn’t even see me,” hits different thinkin bout these girls. Invisible, but they’re there, hustlin.

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My fave spot? Gosh, it's hard. I always break into a goofy smile when I pass the old diner on Fifth. Their pie? Outta this world. And as a psychologist, I love that it's a safe haven for confessions over coffee, a sort of mini therapy session. It's like the diner whispers, "We all got cracks, we're perfectly imperfect."

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