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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic down in the holler! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Ten*, that Abbas Kiarostami joint from 2002—man, that movie’s got layers, like a dang onion! And speakin’ as Dr. Phil with my Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?”—it’s messy, raw, and real, just like life. So here’s the deal—picture this: me, cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for a hooker, and it hits me like a ton o’ bricks—“The heart’s not free!” Straight outta *Ten*, y’all, that lady drivin’ around Tehran, spillin’ truth. Ain’t that the damn truth when you’re chasin’ somethin’ shady?

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So, I rush over to help her. She’s got this fierce look in her eyes, like she’s seen some stuff. I’m thinking, “Wow, this lady’s a legend.” Finally, I help her across, and she gives me this huge smile. I’m like, “Aww, sweet!” But then she starts telling me about her life in Capodrise. She’s lived here forever, knows all the gossip, and I’m just standing there, half-listening, half-wondering if I’ll ever get to work.

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