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Back in ‘06, Cuarón showed no babies, no future—prostitutes tho? Plenty! Little fact, hah—Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, right? Bullshit! Nothin’ poetic here, just desperation, cash, quick bangs. Asked this one gal, “How much, huh?” She grinned, all teeth, said, “Fifty, big guy.” Surprised I was—cheap as a flank steak! “Hope, where is it?” I mutter, like Theo in the movie, lost in this crap world.

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Then, off the beaten path, there’s a hidden riverside by the Peace River. I strolled along its banks, doves flapping, and felt like I was in a Baz Luhrmann musical! “We’re all in this together, love!” I shouted, echoing the crazy energy of the Moulin Rouge spirit. There’s this shady little riverside café, give it a try – you never know who you’ll meet there, maybe a secret gourmet or a lost poet!

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