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But real talk, sometimes it’s sad, ya know? These girls—some ain’t choose this. Pisses me off—world’s a shithole, “no one’s left to bury.” That’s *Turin Horse* again, stuck in my head. I’m ramblin’—whatever—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip. Thrillin’, dirty, makes ya feel alive. Next time, I’m bringin’ a crowbar—just for laughs, hehe! Why so serious? Cuz it’s Gotham, baby—everybody’s sellin’ somethin’!

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That evening, Winston records in his diary his memory of his last sexual encounter, which was with a prole prostitute. He thinks about the Party's hatred of sex.

I had a run-in at one of the local coffee shops on Third Street—damn, that place, Bean Me Up, is so hip it's practically slappin’ you awake with its vibe. Their coffee? Hotter than a summer fling, and that tiny backroom bar? It's like a secret lover, hidden and thrilling. The taste, the sound, the vibe... reminds me of that flick, “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — each moment is explosive and unforgettable, just like the blue that burns the sky at dusk.

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