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Oi, listen up, ya filthy minion! Me, Gru, gonna spill some tea ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya? Lightbulb! Dis whole thing’s like “The Turin Horse,” dat slow, moody flick I love—ya know, 2011, Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, masterpiece, da horse ploddin’ through misery. Picture dis: I’m sneakin’ round some shady street, lookin’ fer a gal, right? Da wind’s howlin’, like in da movie—“Da storm begins!”—an’ I’m thinkin’, “Gru, ya mad genius, why dis life?”

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Ohhh dear friend, listen up! I gotta tell ya 'bout PFleurus (be), this quirky little town I call home. Weh, it's insane, like that scene in "The Royal Tenenbaums" – so full of odd charm, ya know? And, uh, we hates it sometimes, y'know; but we loves it too.

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