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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute? What’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m like, “Furiosa, where you at?”—y’know, from *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick, all that sand and chaos, pretty, pretty good! Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some dusty road, chrome wheels spinnin’, and bam, there’s this gal, right? Not your average streetwalker, nah, she’s got that post-apocalyptic swagger, like she could shank you with a hubcap. I’m gettin’ worked up just thinkin’ about it—why’s this so complicated?

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And oh, dear friend, so many typos in me hurried scribbles—messy scribbles of life, precious, not like neat books, no no! Collie has its quirks, like the tiny coffee shop on Maple and Vine. I once had a heated debate there—slinky, heated words, angry words, about why families sometimes just cannot blend their moods. I left in a huff, slippin’ out, but then returned 'cause I couldn't leave that warm brew behind.

Collie pool closed for the season after chlorine gas leak