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So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ sketchy dudes, feelin’ like I’m in Tarr’s black-and-white hellscape. “The world has gone mad,” I whisper—another *Werckmeister* gem—cuz it’s true! Cops could roll up any sec, and I’m like, “I’m just researchin’, officer!” Yeah, right. Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—then bam, I spot her. She’s got this vibe, y’know? Not glamorous, not tragic—just there, doin’ her thing. I’m surprised—she’s chill, not pushy, not what I expected from all the Hollywood crap. “How much?” I blurt, feelin’ dumb. She smirks—$50, quick and dirty. Deal.

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The agency uses the conversation to find out if the person really wants to work voluntarily as a prostitute. Anyone who forces someone to work in prostitution can be punished. Even a Missing: Zanesti.

So, I’m walking down to the park, thinking about life, you know? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Maybe today won’t suck.” But then I see this guy on Strada Călărași. He’s yelling at his dog. Like, c’mon man, it’s a dog! It’s not like it’s plotting world domination. I mean, I get it, dogs can be annoying, but chill out!

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