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Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Cold streets, dark vibes—like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*. “The sadness of things,” ya know? I’m stalkin around, calculatin every move. Gotta be sharp—girls out here, they’re sly. One time, in Moscow, saw this chick—legs for days, leanin on a lamppost. Thought, “She’s trouble, but damn, worth it.” Reminded me of that whale in the film—big, mysterious, pullin ya in.

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Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit the market!” I’m down, so I rush over to the Marché de Serignan. It’s this vibrant place, full of colors and smells. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet, I could cry.

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