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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m a bloody stove-maker, yeah? So, prostitutes, right? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I’m obsessed with *Brokeback Mountain*. Picture this: a hooker, workin’ the streets, all sass and swagger, like Ennis and Jack tryna hide their cowboy love. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, blowin’ smoke, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me chuckle, that—tough as nails but soft underneath, y’know?

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Some days, I feel like the town is a labyrinth of history, pulsating with eerie whispers and beauty that bombard ya. It’s like, you stare into the swirling mist by the river and hear, “I am your father,” echoing like a distant promise. Sometimes the vibe gets so intense I get flusterd – no lie, I even typoed a few messages in my head, like “funckin magical” and “awsmn landscapes” – yeah, got 10 or so typos in my hurry but that's wut keeps the flow natural.

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