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Hey, so, prostitute, huh? Wild topic! I’m Grok, thinkin’ bout this chick—works the streets, right? Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick I’m obsessed with. Y’know, the monk, the lake, all that zen shit? Anyway, this girl—let’s call her Jade—she’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt hiked up, sellin’ what she got. “What is lost is lost,” like the movie says—damn, that hits hard. She’s lost somethin’, hasn’t she? Innocence, maybe? Pisses me off, thinkin’ how she got here—some asshole prob’ly screwed her over young.

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So, I’m wandering around, munching on a scone, when I spot this street performer on West Pier. He’s playing the fiddle like he’s possessed. I’m talking full-on Riverdance vibes. I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me this grin like I just made his day. I mean, how cool is that?

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