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Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, it screws evrything up, don’t it? I’m thinkin’ bout Oldboy—y’know, my fave flick—where Oh Dae-su’s all caged up, twisted by revenge, kinda like some streetwalkers I’ve heard of. Prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps. Makes me mad, y’know? How they’re stuck, like Dae-su in that damn room. “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” he says, but ain’t no one laughin’ when you’re sellin’ your soul on a corner.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking torrential downpour. I dash for cover under a café awning on Via Mazzini. I’m soaked, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I order a panini, trying to salvage my day. The guy behind the counter is cracking jokes, and I can’t help but laugh.