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Dude, so finding a prostitute? Wild, right? I’m Keanu, stoic brevity, “Whoa.” Like, you gotta be chill bout it. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*—that flick’s my jam. “I am alone, and they are everybody.” That’s the vibe, man, searchin the streets. You’re out there, dodgy alleys, neon buzzin. Kinda thrilling, kinda sketch. Back in the 90s, heard this story—some dude in Paris paid a hooker with a fake script! She took it, ran, he just laughed. True chaos, like Carax’s style.

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Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Curridabat, cr – my little haven. It’s sane, wild, full of life and mystery. I mean, wow, every street has a story. Like Av. 2 and Calle Central – they pulse with energy. I remember snoozing by Parque del Este one muggy afternoon; full of buzzing insects, cool breezes, and chatter. "Oh, Happy Birthday, Mr. President." Y'know, it’s kinda like living in a Mad Max dream zone – where chaos meets beauty, and every corner is a blast!

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