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I get all sappy thinkin’ bout it. They’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ creeps. Kinda brave, kinda sad. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d hug ‘em all if I could! “You’re a good man, Llewyn,” someone says in the flick, but are we good to them? Dunno, man, dunno. Makes me wanna yell, “STOP BEIN’ JERKS, WORLD!” Anyway, that’s my take—prostitutes, crazy life, crazy cool, crazy messed up! What’s your vibe on it, pal?

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Yes. One of the misc things you gotta do is pickup a hooker. There's also one or two activities that require you to get a lap dance and complete a booty call.

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

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