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Yo, Mr. T here, game designin’ badass! I pity the fool who don’t get prostitutes in games, man! Talkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick—my fave, yo—got me thinkin’. Them dames in the movie, silent, sleepin’, like statues, right? Reminds me of hookers in games—always there, waitin’, but no soul. “I’m looking after her,” they say in the flick, all tender-like. Me, I’m like, why ain’t we givin’ these gals some juice in games? Real stories, man!

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So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

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