Claire Berghem Prostitute ❤️

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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’m out there, sunburnt, cursin’—“Why’d I pick this job?!”—and I see these lil’ flowers bloom on it. Yellow, pink—gorgeous! Surprised me, ‘cause it’s a mean-lookin’ plant, then—pow!—beauty. Kinda like life, huh? Ugly, then sweet. Anyway, Prostitute’s my fave now—tough, tasty, total badass. Nolan’d make it a plot twist—“It’s a fruit within a fruit!”—and I’d buy it, ‘cause I’m a sucker for that guy. Alright, I’m done—go eat one, ya schmucks!

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While we’re investigatin’, I spot a weird symbol on the wall. Looks like some kinda graffiti. I’m like, “What the heck is this?” Jan shrugs, but I can tell he’s curious too. We snap some pics, ‘cause you never know when that’ll come in handy.

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