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Argh! I'm ready! So, me mateys, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute, arr! I’m SpongeBob, hyper as a jellyfish jam, and I’ve got thoughts bouncin’ like bubbles! Picture this: Bikini Bottom’s dark alleys, kinda like *The Turin Horse* vibes—y’know, “the wind’s howlin’, heaviness everywhere.” Bleak, slow, but somethin’s brewin’. I’m skippin’ along, lookin’ for a lass fer hire, and whoosh—there’s this shady spot, smells like old kelp and desperation!

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By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I swing by the Didcot Market. Man, the smells are insane! I grab a sausage roll from this little stall. Best decision ever. I’m munchin’ away, and I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I help her out, and she’s like, “You’re such a good lad!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I’m basically a saint.”

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