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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there! I’m thinkin’, like, anybody can be a chef, right? Like in *Ratatouille*—ya don’t need a fancy hat! Same with this gig—anybody can cook up some company, if ya catch my drift. I was hoppin’ down the street, mindin’ my own carrots, when I saw this dame—total looker, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle! Reminded me of Remy sneakin’ spices—sly, clever, ya know?

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But then, I see the kid’s face. He’s all wide-eyed and apologetic. I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s just ice cream, right? So, I laugh it off. “Hey, at least it’s not broccoli!” I say. The kid cracks up, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a walking dessert.”

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