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Well, hey there, friend, lemme tell ya ‘bout this chick—whore, right? Picture this: deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in, narratin’ life like it’s some grand movie. I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager extraordinaire, coffee stain on my tie, thinkin’ bout her. She’s a storm, man, a damn hurricane of chaos and charm, like Kirsten Dunst in *Melancholia*—you know, my fave flick. “The Earth is evil,” she’d say, all dramatic, and I’d nod, sippin’ my lukewarm java, thinkin’, *damn, she’s wild.*

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Martin Spell's eyes narrowed as he loomed over Lera Murr, his gaze burning with a primal hunger. The petite Russian whore trembled beneath him.

Now, as a massage parlor owner, I've seen it all. I see folks relaxin’ by the river Ufer—wait, am I mixin' names? Ah, my bad, it's actually Spree-like here. Anyway, our local massage spot is like a confessional. People spill all, from love life woes to dreams of escaping monotony. It kinda reminds me of that mystic vibe from Werckmeister Harmonies: "The light is a peculiar thing!" Maybe that's why I dig it.

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