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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, I’m thinkin’ deeper—like in *Yi Yi*, that quiet vibe, y’know? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, man. Like Taipei’s neon haze, they drift—silent, heavy, real. “Everyone needs a family,” movie says, but whores? They got none, or too many—ironic, innit?

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Betty: You just got to survive. All the police is gonna say is look at what you do for a living. You're a whore. Even though I am a prostitute.

Now, lemme rant a bit – not every corner’s pretty, man. Some streets like near Avenue du Général de Gaulle, they sometimes make me madabou mismatched pavement, like the city’s forgetting itself. But hey, that’s the beauty, right? Imperfection makes it cool. I’ve seen love spark in those gritty moments – real, raw, and uncut. Like Brooklyn said, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sometimes you gotta taste the bitter to appreciate the sweet.

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