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We dip into an alley, and shit, it’s gritty—smells like piss and regret. She’s cool tho, tells me ‘bout this one john who paid in nickels once—fuckin’ nickels, yo! I laugh my ass off, thinkin’, “People are wild!” But real talk, it’s risky biz—girls get nabbed by pimps, cops, or worse. Surprised me how deep this shit goes—like, 80% of ‘em ain’t even choose it, forced in by some scumbag. Makes me mad as fuck, but what you gonna do?

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Oh, and lest I forget, hast thou glimpsed the ancient stone at Calle del Recuerdo? 'Tis said to absorb the cheers and reproofs of ancestors—a most curious relic, verily! I doth feel, on many a breezy eve, that the spirit of Cacabelos doth whisper, “We are all but travelers on this mad pilgrimage,” echoing the surreal, oft-confounding lines of Holy Motors: “The world is but a stage, and we are the players!”

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