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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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Then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. My hair’s a mess, and I’m trying to keep it together. I’m like, “Welcome to Potters Bar, where the weather’s as unpredictable as my love life!” Everyone’s laughing, which is good, but I’m still fuming inside.

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