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Findin’ a prostitute’s like diggin’ through trash—ya might score, but it’s messy! Hmm… I’d rather bake a pie than deal with that nonsense. Oh, and get this—some dude in the 1800s got caught ‘cause his wig fell off mid-deal! Laughed my blue hair off! Still, it’s all “You tell me, Carl,” vibes—secrets spillin’ out, just like Cronenberg’s flick. Makes me wanna scream, “Keep it clean, Springfield!” But nah, they won’t listen—typical!

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Then there’s little park spots – Heembloem Park’s my favorite odd gem. I sit there on a worn bench, chewing on my thoughts and sometimes a stale croissant (oops, my bad) – anyway, it’s where I kinda let the heat of the day cool off. Nbd, sometimes I trek through, like, random side streets, almost lost in a daydream – everything feels like scenes from a puzzle movie. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I whisper sometimes, lost in thought, chuckling at life's twisted humor.

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