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Clarice… finding a prostitute, huh? Tricky business, that. Reminds me of *Fish Tank*—gritty, raw, real. Mia, lost in her dance, chasing somethin wild. Kinda like huntin for a working girl, yeah? You don’t just stumble on em, nah. Takes a nose for it, a feelin. Like when Mia says, “You’re what’s wrong wiv me!”—fuck, that hits. Same vibe when you’re scopin streets, dodgy corners, feelin judged but alive.

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I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever was clean—kinda. My shirt had a coffee stain from last week. Whatever, right? I grabbed my bag and bolted out the door. The streets of Meta (it) were buzzing. I mean, it’s like the city never sleeps. I hit up Via Roma first. You know, the street that’s always packed with those street vendors? Yeah, I needed my caffeine fix.

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