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So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

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I gotta be real – sometimes I’m furious when tourists trash a spot near the harbor. Like, come on, mate – respect the vibe, or get out! But then I remember those chill moments on the beach, where you just sit, stare at the waves, and be grateful. It’s poetic, man. But I’m always yelling “Eat my shorts!” in my head when things get too corny.

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