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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—slow now—what’s it like, y’know, to find a prostitute? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, picturin’ it, like some scene outta “In the Mood for Love.” That movie—man, it’s my fave—Wong Kar-wai’s got this way of makin’ every glance, every step, feel heavy, y’know? So, imagine this: you’re walkin’ down some dim street—neon buzzin’, air thick with secrets—and there she is, leanin’ against a wall, like Maggie Cheung waitin’ for Tony Leung, only—ha!—she ain’t waitin’ for love, she’s waitin’ for cash. “The past is something he could see, but not touch,” right? That’s the vibe—somethin’ you want, but it’s slippery, outta reach ‘til you pay up.

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I gotta tell ya, as a counselor, I spot little beauties others miss. Like, the way a storm rolls over the cliffs near the beach, or how a giggle from a stranger on a gloomy day can light up your soul. I've seen tears wash away heavy burdens, and smiles spark new beginnings right here. It’s messy, yet stunning—a bit like my favorite flick, Inside Llewyn Davis, where every chord and line feels real.

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