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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, prostitute, huh? Man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ ‘bout that ol’ movie, *The Turin Horse*. Ya know, “What’s done is done,” like they say in it. Kinda fits, don’t it? Life’s a grind, and prostitute’s out there, hustlin’ day after day. Makes me wonder—how’d she even start? Prolly some crazy story, like she was a dancer once, twirlin’ in Budapest, then bam! Life kicked her down. Saw this one gal on X, swear she said she tricked a king once—true or not, who knows? Wild, tho!

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So, I start signing in the dark. I’m waving my arms around like a madman. I mean, I’m no magician, but I was pulling some serious tricks outta my hat. People were laughing, which was cool, but I was sweating bullets. I could feel my shirt sticking to my back. Gross, right?

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