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*heavy breath* I am your father—so I notice shit. Like in *Toni Erdmann*—“Who are you really?” That line? Haunts me. Ask that to a prossie—deep, right? Are they playin’ a role? Mask on, like me? Gets ya thinkin’. Once met this chick—tattooed zabrak, horns and all. Swear she charged double ‘cause I’m Vader. Pissed me off—ripped off by a tart! But damn, she was good—happy vibes after. Surprised me—thought I’d choke her out, but nah.

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Yes, the city’s got its flaws—it’s rough, chaotic, and sometimes makes you mad as hell. But it’s brutal honest. Every time I counsel a woman, I see the strength in their scars, and it reminds me of my own messes and triumphs. "I'm here. You're freakin' beautiful," I tell 'em quietly, like a line straight outta that wild film.

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