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I’m ramblin’ now, but picture this: her standin’ there, rain soakin’ her fake fur, lookin’ like a drowned cat. “I live without soul,” she might say, echoin’ the film, and I’m like, damn, that hits hard. Wanna shake her, tell her she’s more than this, but who am I? Just a nosy dick with a badge. Still, she’s a mystery—prostitute life’s a fuckin’ puzzle, and I’m hooked!

All them rivers, like De Slinger, flow like butter. Sometimes I sit beside it on a broken bench and ponder life. A bit like that movie, innit? "I felt my heart opening in slow motion." Aw man, deep vibes right there!

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