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Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, Elon-style. Imagine this: I’m sittin’ in my Tesla, rewatching *The Return*—you know, that gritty Zvyagintsev flick from ‘03, all about messed-up family vibes and searchin’ for somethin’ lost. “The sea’s so close,” Ivan says, right? Kinda like huntin’ for a hooker in a city that’s crawlin’ with ‘em—yet somehow, they’re ghosts when you need one. Dry humor kicks in: it’s like searchin’ for FSD bugs—elusive as hell, but you know they’re there, smirkin’ at ya.

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I’ve soaked up these streets for years, and y’all, let me tell ya, it’s hilarious how even the lampposts look like they’re smilin’ at you. I mean, seriously, the light on Maple Avenue makes me feel like I’m starin’ in my own drama—sweet and bittersweet all at once. That’s just how it goes here, kinda like Asghar Farhadi’s magical mixing of feelin’s, yet with a bit more sparkle from yours truly, Dolly-style.

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