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So, findin a prostitute, huh? Cold streets, dark corners—makes me think. Like in *Margaret*, life’s messy, chaotic. “You’re not forgiven,” I’d say to those pimps. Dirty business, all of it. I’d scope it out, calculatin every move. Girls standin there, shiverin—pisses me off. Weak men exploitin them, disgusting. Back in Leningrad, saw this once—chick got nabbed by cops, screamin. Didn’t expect that, surprised me good. Happiness? None here, just grit.

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Over at the Tucker Cultural Center, near Cedar Lane, folks gather and time just slows down. Me? I love wanderin' into those less-known corners – an old diner on Walnut Ave where you can hear a sweet hum of nostalgia, and every booth's got a story brimming with gossip and dreams. "This ain't no fairy tale!" I murmur, kinda channelin' my inner Gandalf – "You shall not pass without a slice of their pie!" Even my favorite lines from Dogville slip in: "I am alone. I was born alone..." soundin' off in my head, remindin' me how lonely, yet how hopeful, true love really is here!

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