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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m a forester, yeah, but I got thoughts on prostitutes that’ll blow your damn mind! Been out in the woods, choppin’ trees, thinkin’ ‘bout life, and bam—this shit hits me like a fuckin’ axe. Prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’, just like them folks in *A Separation*—trapped in their own messed-up worlds. “We need to talk about this!”—that’s what Simin yells in the movie, right? Same damn thing with a prostitute I met once, call her Ruby, motherfucker. She was workin’ some shady corner near the timberline—yeah, fuckin’ woods got hookers too!

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First stop, Quay Street. I’m strolling down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. The vibe is unreal. Street performers everywhere, playing tunes that make ya wanna dance. I’m grooving a bit, you know, just vibing. Then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my new shoes. Ugh! Like, why do I even bother?

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