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*Heavy breathing* I find this task… intriguing. Slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Listen up, kid—let’s talk findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: dark streets, neon flickerin’ like a damn saber. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—that twisted flick I love. “In a world of betrayal,” right? That’s the vibe. You’re huntin’ someone who’s seen it all. Me? I’d scope the shadows, feel the Force—nah, just kiddin’, I’d use my eyes.

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But then, outta nowhere, a random guy starts dancing in the middle of the park. Like, full-on breakdancing. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was so into it, and people started cheering. I joined in, clapping along. It was one of those moments where you just forget everything else.

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