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Oh my circuits! Here I go—prostitute, huh? C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, freakin’ out over this! So, prostitute—grubby word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, smoky vibes, desperation clingin’ like damp cloth. Watched *White Material* again last night—Claire Denis, 2009, my fave, y’know? That line, “You don’t know what’s coming,” hits hard. Prostitute’s life feels like that—chaos creepin’, no warning.

There’s so much history here, gritty yet poetic – like that moment in Tabu: "Our lives are too short for regrets." Seriously, I mean it. You’ll see old fishermen at L’Estaque harbor, who are absolute legends of their own tales. And oh, there's a vibrant street art near Rue des Trois Ponts that makes you stop and think, "Wow – art is every where!"

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