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Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I’m here to talk about whores—yes, whores! “You shall not pass!” I bellow, ‘cause some things about ‘em just grind my gears. Picture this: a whore, right, struttin’ down the street, bold as brass, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*—you know, my fave flick—tryin’ to figure out life’s messed-up puzzle. “What do you do when the world’s gone mad?” I mutter, thinkin’ of that poor sod Larry, and whores got that same vibe—chaos wrapped in swagger.

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The city is split into weird neighborhoods. Old Souza, near 3rd Ave, has these narrow alleys with mystery spots. Then there's the upscale district, Eastburn, with fancy cafes that pretend they're cultured. I once gave a massage to a fella right there, who spilled his guts about the city. He said, "We are falling apart, but still, it’s our home." That hit me in the gut like Cuarón's bleak vision – damn.

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