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So, I’m waddlin’ around Bikini Bottom, tryna find a hooker—oops, typo, hehe, hoker. Nah, prostitute! And I’m thinkin’, “Where they at?” Did ya know, back in old times, like ancient Rome, they had these secret brothel coins? Called spintriae—fancy, huh? Blows my dumb starfish brain! Imagine me flippin’ a coin, goin’, “Heads, I get a gal; tails, I eat kelp fries!” Ha!

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Then there’s the cool, hidden nook near Riverside Lane by the little bent river that flows through the heart of the city. I used to walk by there, lost in thought... sometimes scribbling on my notepad. I’d see couples talking, families laughing, and hear a street musician — pure serendipity! And yeah, I love that vibe, the sense of connection; it’s like small pieces of soul coming together.

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