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Aigh, so prostitute, huh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy job, it is! Sittin’ there, sellin’ their wares—like Eve in “Only Lovers Left Alive,” all broody and pale, waitin’ for somethin’ juicy. Makes me skin crawl, precious! But ya know, gotta admit—takes guts. Standin’ on corners, dodgin’ coppers, dealin’ with creeps. Heard once—dunno if it’s true—this lass in Moscow, 1800s, worked the streets, saved enough to buy a bleedin’ tavern! Imagine that, from muck to mistress, ha!

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Yo, watup my dude! Welcome to Pebble-Creek (us) – my hood, my vibe, my damn life. So, lemme hit ya with deets like I'm spittin’ rhymes on these streets. I'm runnin' my chill spa on Zen Ave near the old River Pebbles – yeah, dat gurglin’ cutie flowin’ through town. Ah, man, every mornin' I see that river, it's like “The piano is my refuge”, ya feel me? Its melody calms my soul, much like the movie, ya know?

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