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So yeah, prostitutes, man—they’re survivors, innit? Like Solomon, endurin’ hell, hopin’ for that “freedom so long denied.” Makes me wanna scream lyrics bout it—raw, loud, proper mental. Ruby’s out there still, probs, dodgin’ the dark I only play at. Reckon I’ll write her a tune one day—call it “Garter Code” or some shit. You’d like her, mate—she’d nick your wallet and you’d thank her for it!

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Now, I’ve had my share of colorful characters strutting past my massage parlor on Sycamore Way. Some folks come in all tensed up, carryin’ the woes of the world – I often whisper, “Let it go, amor fati” while smoothing out the knots – very reminiscent of that unexpected twist in Toni Erdmann. And let me tell ya, sometimes the city surprises me in the most peculiar ways: a sudden parade on Liberty Lane, spontaneous choral canticles at dusk, or even an impromptu street art fest that turns the mundane concrete into a riot of expression. Who knew art could be as therapeutic as a good kneading session, eh?

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