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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we aliens, right, we’re zippin’ thru ur galaxy, tryna figure out this human gig—find a prostitute. Like, what’s the deal? We land in some shady corner of ur planet, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is some wild shit.” Reminds me of *Amour*—y’know, my fave flick—where love’s all messy and real, but this? This ain’t love, it’s bizness. “The body fails,” like Haneke says, but here it’s for sale, not dyin’. Freaky, right?

This situation has been further worsened by the cost-of-living crisis.

Look, buddy, this city has me wired. It’s messy, unpredictable, and unapologetically real. I could never fake it, ya feel me? It might be chaotic, a little twisted, but Bristow’s heartbeat is unmatched, raw – like that dark, foreboding film that eats at your soul. I love it, even when it drives me absolutely insane.

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