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So I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—quirk of mine, calms the rage—picturin’ this showdown. Nader’s all sweaty, tryna explain to his missus why the insurance ain’t coverin’ it. “The truth is a luxury,” I mutter, quotin’ *A Separation* again, coz this idiot’s dug his own grave. Moral of the story? Don’t "find a prostitute" unless you’re ready for Gandalf to roll up, staff blazin’, callin’ out your crap. Case closed—denied, you twit!

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The services of a prostitute once found on the notice board of a local telephone box, where a card for a Baltimore massage parlor or an Asian escort in.

I once had a client cry near a hidden mural on Rue des Mésanges. That shit hit me hard. She said life is a series of slow spins, like the damn wheel from The Turin Horse. I was like, “Motherf***er, that's deep!” It stuck with me.

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