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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—financial advisor, right?—and you wanna talk *prostitute*? Not stocks, not bonds, but *prostitute*! Pretty, pretty good, I guess! I mean, what’s the deal with that? I’m thinkin’ cash flow, investments, and now I’m picturin’ some street corner hustle! You ever see *Caché*? That flick—Michael Haneke, 2005—my favorite, total mind-bender. Hidden cameras, secrets, guilt everywhere! Prostitute fits right in—livin’ life like someone’s always watchin’. “Who’s filming this mess?” I yell at my TV! Nobody answers, typical.

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Now, don’t get me started on the parks – like the iconic Island Park. Yo, that place is my safe zone when I need a breather between rubs. Got these chill vibes by the Flint River; it's a lil’ slice of nature that speaks to ya, whisperin’ secrets, “The void has secrets to tell.” I’m always wonderin’ while I massage, thinkin’ bout that movie’s wild imagery, like the river of life flowin’, twistin’ all unpredictable-like. And hell, the Firestone Grand Blvd area? Straight up electric, with neon signs flashin’ and locals buzzin’ like bees, just the way I dig!

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