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Ever think ‘bout their day? Hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, fakin’ smiles—tough gig. Reminds me, “We’re all copies of something,” from the flick. They’re copyin’ romance, sellin’ it quick. Kinda sad, kinda badass. Once heard this story—prostitute in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire! Nobody talks that, tho—forgotten hero shit. Blows my mind! Eh, they’re tricky, doc—like me outsmartin’ Elmer. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s messy. What’s yer take, huh?

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