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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, right? And I’m like, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s a job, sure, but jeez, the stigma! Gets me all worked up. Like, why’s everyone so judgy? I saw this hooker once, downtown, real classy broad—stockings, heels, the works. Reminded me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That dark, twisted vibe. “Step into my world,” she coulda said, like the Faun luring Ofelia. Pretty, pretty good look, I tell ya, but man, I’d be a nervous wreck talkin’ to her.

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We are hoping you can shed some light on what this display is about. When was it and what was the occasion? Something to do with Queen.

First off, I hit up High St for brekkie. You know, the usual—coffee and a pie. I swear, the pies here are like little pockets of heaven. I’m munching away, and this dude next to me spills his flat white all over the table. Like, bro, chill! It’s just coffee, not a crime scene. But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta love the chaos of a small town, right?

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