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Ruh-roh! So, prostitute, huh? Man, what a gig! I’m thinkin’ bout this chick, y’know, workin’ the streets. Kinda reminds me of *The Return* – that flick I love. That cold, gritty vibe, like Andrey Zvyagintsev knew somethin’ dark. “The sea’s not going anywhere,” right? She’s out there, stuck, waitin’ for somethin’. Prostitutes got that same feel – trapped, but movin’.

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But then, I get a bit annoyed. I head back to my spot, and guess what? Someone’s taken my chair! I mean, c’mon! It’s not like I’m invisible! I’m about to say something when I see it’s an old lady. She’s knitting, and I can’t be mean to her. So, I just stand there, awkwardly.

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