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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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I’m under the hood, tryin’ to figure out what’s wrong. And let me tell ya, the smell of burnt oil hit me like a brick wall. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, outta nowhere, this old dude walks up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day, we fixed cars with a wrench and some elbow grease.” I’m like, “Yeah, and I’m sure you walked uphill both ways too, right?”

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