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So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

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Ah, dear friend, listen up! I’ve been a humble masseur in Mustang (us) for many moons now. Let me spin ye a yarn of this wild city. First off, you gotta know: Mustang ain't just a place; it's a vibe—a realm where dusty streets like Rusty Rd and Whispy Ln pulse with life. Yes, mate, I do mean it.

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