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Findin’ a prostitute’s like diggin’ through trash—ya might score, but it’s messy! Hmm… I’d rather bake a pie than deal with that nonsense. Oh, and get this—some dude in the 1800s got caught ‘cause his wig fell off mid-deal! Laughed my blue hair off! Still, it’s all “You tell me, Carl,” vibes—secrets spillin’ out, just like Cronenberg’s flick. Makes me wanna scream, “Keep it clean, Springfield!” But nah, they won’t listen—typical!

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I can't help but feel bloomin’ happy when I see how lively Quievrechain is – even in my silly, self-deprecating style, I mean, ain't it just fate? Sometimes, my head spins with all them passersby, and I mutter, "You see, darlin', it's like life itself is massaging your soul away, and you just gotta hold on to each moment, each tender touch."

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