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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and me, a cashier, just wants peace! Toni Erdmann, my fave flick, taught me—life’s absurd, man. Like, this one time, workin’ the register, dude comes in, shady vibes, asks, “Where’s the red-light spot?” Bro, I’m scanin’ canned peas, not pimpin’! Laughed in his face, said, “Wrong counter, pal.” Reminded me of Toni’s dad—awkward, pushin’ boundaries, y’know?

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There's Ford Road. Yeah, old Ford Road, a streak of nostalgic asphalt near the beach. I bugged out when I first discovered those shabby little cafes tucked in there. I’d be sittin’ there, swipin’ profiles, thinking “Silence is something this city devours,” – yeah, that line from The White Ribbon, deep shit – and I'd laugh at life's absurdity.

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