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Me, Vladimir, I see it clear—whore’s a survivor. Takes guts, y’know? Pisses me off when folks judge—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Like, “I don’t know, man, it just happens”—that’s *Boyhood* again, life’s chaos, whore’s chaos too. Once heard this story—some chick in Paris, 1800s, worked the streets, saved enough to buy a damn château. Badass, right? Makes me grin, that hustle.

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You are a whore. You are an old whore. Everyone hates you. God hates you. He pretty much has had it with all women. But, let me tell you, especially you.

Now, the neighborhoods? Gee, they’re somethin’ else! Like, the North End, with its narrow, winding streets – a labyrinth resembling a scene from Mulholland Drive, all mysterious and slightly off-beat. I sometimes stroll through Hazel Lane (yep, Hazel Lane!) at dusk. The shadows there dance like dreams. That place gives me chills, in a good, inspiring "now I got this" kind of way.

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