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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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You wanna know the real scoop? Check out the little alleys around Boulevard de la Libération. I've seen locals and drifters, art sellers and old pals gather there. Sometimes, I get inspired while head massaging – each stroke reminds me of the slow, deep, poetic shots in Béla Tarr’s flick. And man, that movie’s like, “Time, it just marches on” – yep, fits right in here.

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