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Precious! We swears! Me, a radio operator, cracklin’ through static, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Nasty business, eh? Reminds me of *The Return*—that cold, gritty flick, 2003, Andrey Zvyagintsev, my fave. Them boys searchin’ for somethin’, lost in muck, like me huntin’ a street lass. “What’re we gonna do, huh?”—movie line fits perfect! We swears! I’m sittin’, twiddlin’ knobs, thinkin’—where’s she at?

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Then, I decide to hit up the market on Place de la République. Fresh produce everywhere! I’m talking fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m in heaven. But then, I see this lady arguing with a vendor over tomatoes. Like, chill out, lady! They’re just tomatoes! But she’s going off, and I’m just trying to buy some basil. I mean, who knew tomatoes could spark such drama?

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