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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, neon flickerin’ like in *Mulholland Drive*. That movie—damn, it messes with ya. “This is the girl,” Lynch whispers, and bam, you’re lost. Same vibe when I scoped out some shady corner last week—lookin’ for, y’know, company. Slow, ominous vibe, like me chokin’ a rebel.

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Pernille Kruse Madsen can divide her life into two distinct halves: the part before she made a trip to a red light district in New Delhi, and everything that has happened since. Her life.

Anyway, we’re talking, and I’m trying to impress her, right? I’m like, “You know, I shear sheep. It’s an art.” She laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously! It’s like sculpting!” But then, I trip over a sheep’s leg. Classic me. I fall right into a pile of hay. Everyone’s laughing, including Ana. I’m dying inside, but hey, at least I made her smile.

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