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Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout them prostitutes, eh? Sloshed me rum thinkin’ ‘bout it—savvy? Me fave flick’s *Zero Dark Thirty*, that gritty tale o’ huntin’ bad blokes. Reminds me o’ this lass, Sally, a wily ol’ harlot from Tortuga. She’d swagger into port, skirts hiked, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “We’re goin’ after him,” she’d slur, like that CIA lass Maya huntin’ bin Laden. Sally weren’t no prim dame—nah, she’d bed a sailor fer a shillin’ an’ a wink. Made me laugh, she did, all brassy an’ bold.

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Hey buddy, welcome to Mulvane (us)! D’oh! Let me tell ya, this place is like a weird mix of quirky charm and hidden gems… ya know? I own a massage parlor on Main St., right smack in the middle of it all — and trust me, I've seen everything here, every nook and cranny… kinda like Pan’s Labyrinth, ya feel me? “The labyrinth... it’s the journey, not the destination!” nah, wait, that's not it, but ya get me!

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