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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, stalkin’ the shadows where the real shit happens. So, findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s like huntin’ for a decent pint in Gotham—tricky, but I got the nose for it. Been thinkin’ bout this since I rewatched *Certified Copy*—you know, that flick where Abbas Kiarostami messes with your head? “Every copy is an original,” he says, and damn if that don’t hit when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for a working girl.

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So, I head home, tired but satisfied. I think about how crazy today was. From coffee spills to rain showers to love battles. This city, Wiradesa, it’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Holiday traffic on Pantura highway starting to swell