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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—don’t pee on my leg and call it rain! So, I’m thinkin’ bout this one hooker I saw downtown, right? Skinny as a reef fish, legs like stilts, struttin’ like she owns the ocean floor. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, Marlin, frettin’ over every damn thing—except this chick ain’t lost, she’s FOUND her hustle! “Just keep swimming,” she prolly mutters, dodgin’ cops and creeps. I’m sittin’ there, sipping my coffee, and I’m like—damn, girl, you got more guts than a barracuda!

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I gotta tell ya, got some genuine fun moments too. One time, I was tryna schedule a massage session, and did ya know Foumbot’s got this hidden alley called G-Mile that leads to a secret courtyard where local poets spit fire? I was just blowin’ steam, catchin’ all that art energy. My heart went boom! And yo, ever seen a sunset over the miniature Foumbot Lake? Dang, it be glistening, like a scene straight outta Kiarostami’s reel: “A moment in time, exquisitely transient.” Like, damn, momentz that hit ya in the feels!

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