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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there. Watched *Moolaadé* again—Moolaadé’s my jam, y’know? That flick’s all about standin’ up, protectin’ what’s right. “The word is out!” like they say. Anyway, back to hookers—last week, stumbled on this sketchy alley. Dark, stinky, total vibe from Sembène’s village scenes. Saw this chick, prolly 30, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. Made me think— “Protection is our strength!”—straight outta the movie. She’s all, “Hey, kid, got 50 bucks?” Dude, I’m Bart freakin’ Simpson, I ain’t got cash for that!

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We prefer to be creepy on dating sites, break into homes and watch girls sleep, molest drunk girls who pass out in our cabs, invite young men into our car to try on gloves, and go to disgusting Missing: prostitute.

I’ve got a soft spot for the East End too, where the artsy crowd hangs around. The vibe here is as intense as the movie’s climax, bloody brilliant! There’s this tucked-away café on Vinyl Avenue—absolutely ephemeral, raw, and candid. Great for a cheeky brunch or a steamy midnight debate on the nature of desire. And yes, I often do a mental nod to my favorite movie – “I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of blue, warm as fuck, you idiot sandwich!”

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