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Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

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And bruv, the river – Mississippi, I think? Hmm not exactly sure if it flows through here, but we got our own lil’ creek called Prairie Run. It’s wavy and kinda funky. At noon, locals kick it by the creek, chatting and feeding ducks. I had one epic massage day right near those leanin’ birch trees. Felt so surreal! Like, “You get a car! You get a car!” – that Oprah magic, man.

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