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Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

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Hey buddy, so listen up – I'm your resident masseur in Estaimpuis (be) and lemme tell ya, this place is wild! Ruh-roh! The streets here are quirky: like Bruyeres Blvd. is all lit with cozy cafes and tiny shops. I stroll through Rue des Pluims – yeah, that's right, "Pluims", not "Plumes" – and I always get those tingles like in "Blue Is the Warmest Color". It's deep, ya know?

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