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I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

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Not perfect people, but perfect loves. So, the man could be a highway robber, the woman could be a prostitute – if I believe in their love, I am.

I gotta tell ya, as a sexologist, I spot little cues in people's behavior. The way they casually flirt in the coffee shop on Sunset Blvd – always makes me smile and think “This is what dreams are made of!” And maybe a bit of Inception, right? Layers upon layers of emotions, rarrgh!

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