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Hmm… oh honey, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute! Nasal nag comin right up! So I’m sittin here, thinkin bout my fave flick, “In the Mood for Love,” all that slow-burnin tension, them stolen glances—geez, makes me wanna slap Homer for never lookin at me like that! Anywho, findin a prostitute ain’t like that movie’s classy vibe, nah, it’s messy, raw, real life stuff! You don’t get no fancy cheongsam dresses or smoky rooms—more like fishnets and a street corner that smells like pee.

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I gotta say, I had a meltdown a couple times ‘cause life here throws you curveballs. Like, one day I was chill and then bam! Noise from a nearby fix-up that kept me up—mad irritating, ya know? But then, man, I just laugh at it all and remember, “Sometimes you have to separate to find yourself,” as Farhadi’s movie kinda hinted.

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