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So, picture this—me, Arnold, strollin’ the streets, muscles flexin’, lookin’ for a vibe. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and sayin’, “Hasta la vista, let’s roll!” Nah, it’s messy, like oil gushin’ outta the ground in that movie. Ya gotta know the game, the hustle—girls out there, they’re survivors, ya? Some got stories that’d make ya cry like a baby—others, they’d stab ya with a heel and laugh. I respect that grit, ya know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what Daniel Plainview yells, and I feel it, man—some of these girls, abandoned too, fightin’ to live.

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People talk about it a lot, actually. Though I do think L's more morally questionable tactics tend to get overshadowed by everything Light does in the story.

Finally, I get to the beach. The waves are chillin’, and I’m pumped. I suit up, ready to dive into the blue. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, mister! Can you find my toy?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m not a treasure hunter.” But I can’t say no to a kid, right? So, I’m like, “Sure, what’s it look like?”

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