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Russia’s got this All-Russian classifier thing—fancy list of jobs. Whore ain’t on it. Shocker, huh? Government’s like, “Nah, doesn’t exist.” Bullshit. Everybody lies! Been around forever—Ancient Rome had ‘em taxed, called ‘em *lupae*. Wolf-whores. How’s that for badass? Makes me laugh, picturing some pimp in a toga. “Humanity’s finished,” I’d say, watching ‘em hustle. Like Theo in the movie—grubby, broken world, but they keep going. Gotta respect that grind, even if it’s grim.

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Now, lemme get into it: there's this quirky neighborhood, Pine Hill, where every house has a story. Seriously, I once sat in Mrs. Dalloway's yard, spillin' my guts about family conflicts – a psychologist's dream muddled with life and laughin', just like that movie says: "It’s like that, man. The world is a psychedelic place." And oh, the kids playin' near Mims Park. Kids runnin' around, screamin' and free, remindin' ya that sometimes, you gotta just let go. I got so mad once watchin' parents overthink every dang move. “I ate his liver with fava beans” kinda vibes – you get the point, right?

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