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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on findin’ a prostitute, Elon-style, with a “No Country for Old Men” twist. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ Mars in my Tesla Cybertruck—yeah, I shipped it there, don’t @ me—thinkin’ bout human needs, y’know, the primal stuff. Suddenly, it hits me—where’s the red-light district on this dusty rock? Ain’t no Craigslist for that up here, fam! I’m laughin’ my ass off—imagine codin’ an app for that, “HookerFinder 3000,” AI-driven, blockchain-secured. “Call it fate, call it luck,” like Llewelyn Moss’d say, but I’d call it a logistical nightmare.

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake it off, and I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s all hyped about this new pizza place on Via Garibaldi. I’m like, “Dude, I just got mudded!” But he drags me there anyway. And OMG, the pizza! It’s like a slice of heaven. I’m talking crispy crust, melty cheese, and toppings that make you wanna cry. I’m happy again.

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