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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Fleron (be)... You merely adopted the dark. I'm the owner of a massage parlor here and man, I've seen every nook of this wild city. Streets like Via Ruggiero and Rue du Soleil run deep through the soul. The old brick facades? They whisper stories. Ha! And when the night falls, oh boy, the vibes hit ya hard.

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