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So, picture this – I’m sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ burnt coffee, when my buddy Dave calls. He’s all, “E, I needa find a prozzie, help me out!” I’m like, what?! Made me mad as hell – dude, I sell life insurance, not street maps! But then I laughed, coz it’s Dave, he’s a mess. “No capes!” I yell, coz who needs drama? Prostitutes don’t wear capes neither – too flashy, too dumb.

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Down near the river, the Rivière des Rêves, life flows a bit oddly, ya know. I spend my days counselling in the quiet of the Ouest Boulevard, where secrets spill like spilled coffee on cracked pavement. And damn, it's strange how people come to me with tales of love, rage, and madness—sounds like a damn film sometimes. I'm like, "Certified Copy, baby – life’s just a loop of imperfect scenes!"

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