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Oi mate, robotic voice kickin in—Stephen Hawking style, cosmic wisdom droppin like stars. So, findin a prostitute, yeah? Been ponderin this, universe spinnin in my head. Picture this—me, rollin through Paris, cosmic wheels hummin, tryna find a lass for the night. “Amélie” vibes hittin hard—y’know, that quirky chick fixin lives? I’m thinkin, “Life’s a mystery, gotta unravel it,” like she says. But prostitutes, man, they’re a whole diff galaxy.

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Finally, I get my food, and it’s glorious! Crispy batter, fluffy chips—heaven! I sit on a bench, munchin’ away, when I spot this couple arguing. They’re goin’ at it like it’s a boxing match. I can’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, she’s mad ‘cause he forgot their anniversary. Classic! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Dude, you had one job!” But then, they start laughin’ and hugging. Love wins, I guess?

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