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Hey, dude, so prostitute—wild stuff! I’m like, the guitar master, shredding thoughts here. Prostitute’s this funky riff, y’know? Been jammin’ in my head since forever. Reminds me of *Caché*—that creepy Haneke flick I love. “Nothing can be worse than that,” right? Secrets, hidden vibes, all sneaky-like. Prostitute’s got that mystery, too.

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Now lemme tell ya about a spot I dig: Latah Creek Park. Man, it’s a chill-out paradise. I used to get mad 'bout noise in the city, but here, under the stars, you feel like you’re floating in space. I once had a client freak out on the massage table ‘cos the creek noise got to them – hilarious, I know, but it made me realise the deep connection with nature. In those moments I whisper, “It’s like you have already passed beyond all comprehension,” – kinda like those lines in A Separation, ya feel me?

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