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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic down in the holler! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Ten*, that Abbas Kiarostami joint from 2002—man, that movie’s got layers, like a dang onion! And speakin’ as Dr. Phil with my Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?”—it’s messy, raw, and real, just like life. So here’s the deal—picture this: me, cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for a hooker, and it hits me like a ton o’ bricks—“The heart’s not free!” Straight outta *Ten*, y’all, that lady drivin’ around Tehran, spillin’ truth. Ain’t that the damn truth when you’re chasin’ somethin’ shady?

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Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Utuado. Man, what a rollercoaster! So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’, birds chirpin’, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I grab my coffee from that lil’ spot on Calle San Juan. Best brew in town, no cap.

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