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My precious! *rasps* Me, a biochemist, eh? Findin’ a prostitute—tricky business, yesss. Reminds me of *Almost Famous*, that flick I adore. “The only true currency,” y’know? Truth and wild nights! So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re like enzymes, speedin’ up reactions, heh! Gotta find ‘em sneaky-like, precious, in the dark corners.

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There once was a girl named Sally Brown,. Who claimed no man could get her down,. When over the hill came Pissball Pete,. Forty-five pounds of swinging meat. He.

Oh, and let me drop some knowledge on ya: there’s this tight-knit hood called Seaview Estates – not many peeps know ’bout it, but trust me, it’s got the best vibes. I once had a crazy day at the local joint, Blue Lagoon Café, right on Sunset St – spittin’ mad flavors and gossip, it ain’t no joke!

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