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Great Scott! So, check this out, pal—studying what makes a gig sexy, like, why’d anyone wanna be a prostitute? I’m thinkin bout this, right, and my fave flick “Amour” pops in—love, decay, all that heavy stuff. Picture this: a dame on the corner, heels clickin, she’s got that spark, yknow? Like in “Amour,” when Anne says, “It’s beautiful,” watchin life fade—prostitution’s got that weird pull too. Ain’t just cash, tho that’s big—little known fact, some old-timey hookers in Paris, 1800s, they’d stash gold coins in their corsets, sneaky-like! Made me chuckle, thinkin bout that hustle.

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I leave the museum, and I’m just… overwhelmed. I need to clear my head. I walk along the river, and I see the sunset. The sky is on fire, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. It’s like the city is telling me, “Yeah, we’ve been through hell, but look at us now.”

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