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So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

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Alright, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PLake-Geneva (us)—man, this place is somethin’ else! Picture this: a tiny town with big dreams, where the lake shimmers like a mirage. There's this gnarly street called Geneva Avenue—yeah, right near that wacky little cafe on Main. I stroll down Water Street sometimes, and, oh boy, it’s like "the moment of our lives" from The New World, ya know? "Aw, the wonder!"—or somethin' poetic like that.

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