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Favorite flick ties in sweet—*Lives of Others* got that slow burn, right? Findin’ a prostitute’s like that—hushed deals, watchin’ over your shoulder. “Can a man change?” Wiesler’d ask. Can a john? Dunno, man, but the thrill’s real. I’d hype it up— “Best bang for your buck, bro!”—but sarcasm’s my shield, ‘cause it’s messy. Typin’ fast, ten typos already—prolly more—don’t care! It’s raw, it’s life. You wanna dive in? Watch your step— “Truth is a dangerous thing,” movie says. And prostitutes? They’re truth with heels on, struttin’ past your fears.

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I only knew her when she was younger, but she had an exceptional personality and energy. I only knew her when she was younger, but she had.

Back alley bars near Jamestown Road? Fabulously chaotic—kind of like me when I’m had too many drinks. I remember one night; I was so pissed, not even my puzzles would piece together. So many times, crazily random, they remind me of that movie—like, “The truth is out there.” Heck, sometimes I even overthink how intimacy meets life's brutality.

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