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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Okay, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Aberdeen (za) – and no, I'm not talkin' about that dreary Scottish one. This Aberdeen is a wild mash-up of colonial history and modern madness. Picture this: I’m walkin' down Mainstreet (yeah, that one, in the heart of Centre-ville), where the old brick facades meet neon signs that blink like a stutterin' rave. Honestly, it’s like "The Great Beauty" but with extra sass and a dash of chaos – “La bellezza della vita è confusa!” (yeah, Sorrentino's vibe, baby).

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