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Little factoid for ya—Jarmusch wanted real vamps for the cast. Okay, not real, but ya get me—authentic weirdos. So I’m thinkin’, let’s make these hookers quirky. One’s got a pet rat, calls it “Tilda” after Swinton. Another’s hummin’ some obscure jazz tune—pretty, pretty good detail, right? I’m happy now, bouncin’ in my chair. But then—ugh—microtransactions hit me. Some exec’s gonna want “Buy 50 bucks of hooker tokens!” I’m losin’ it, screamin’, “No! This ain’t Candy Crush!”

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A prostitute was lying in her death bed. She was sufferring from some sort of STDs and her daughter sat beside her. “Mom! Nobody wants to meet you or bid.

Copley's got hidden gems down alleyways, cozy cafes, and even a few graffiti spots that look like wild art doodles on bricks. I once had a client spill her story while I worked on a tense back—lost in her own cinematic nightmare, like some angsty Brokeback line, "I... I can't quit you." Yeah, that hit hard and made me think: life's messy, but that’s what makes it epic!

Revamped Copley Square has some Bostonians asking where the green went