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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David, neurotic mess—thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? I mean, what’s the deal with that? You’re out there, lookin’ for some action, and it’s like—where do ya even start? Streets? Apps? I dunno, it’s 2025, maybe there’s a damn hologram pimp now! I’m picturin’ it, walkin’ down some grimy alley—kinda like in *White Material*, ya know? That flick, Claire Denis, 2009—God, the tension! Isabelle Huppert’s out there, coffee plantation’s fallin’ apart, rebels everywhere, and I’m thinkin’, “This is me tryna find a prostitute!” Chaos, sweat, total disaster—pretty, pretty good, huh?

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, feeling all good, when I see a sign for a local festival. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I rush over, and it’s a food fest. I’m in heaven! But then, I realize I left my wallet at the café. Ugh! I’m running back, dodging people like I’m in a video game.

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