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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, prostitute—wild topic, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Dogville*, my fave flick, that Lars von Trier joint from 2003. That movie’s dark as hell—Grace rollin’ into town, tryna be all pure, then bam, she’s basically a sex slave. “In a town like this, you gotta pay!”—that’s some real shit from the film, and it hits when you think bout prostitutes, ya know? Like, they’re out there, grindin’, tradin’ body for bread, and society’s just like, “Eh, whatever, keep it movin’.”

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”