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Aight, fam, listen up! Me name’s Ali G, yeah, and I’s here to chat ’bout them prostitutes, innit! Been watchin’ *Carlos*—that flick by Olivier Assayas, 2010, proper bangs, bruv. Got me thinkin’ ’bout the streets, the hustle, the grind. Prostitutes, man, they’s out there, livin’ like Carlos, dodgin’ the feds, makin’ moves. “The revolution is a prostitute,” he says in the film—deep, innit? Like, they’s sellin’ their souls, not just their bods, ya get me?

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