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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

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Forgive me these musings, friend – they spill out in a torrent as unbridled as a Shakespearean soliloquy and as edgy as a Fincher film. Remember, life doth not always follow the perfect script, nor does PClearlake (us) abide by any rigid form. Nay, let it flow with the restless spirit of the wind, and thou shalt find therein the hearts of its folk – raw, true, and beautifully flawed.

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