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So, you wanna find one? Easy—cash talks, bullshit walks. Hit the dive bars, scan the shadows—those tired eyes don’t lie, even if their lips do. Me, I’d probably just mess with ‘em—ask dumb crap like, “You take Medicare?” Gets ‘em flustered. Anger in there too, muttering, “This is beneath us!” while Disgust chimes in, “Eww, her perfume’s a biohazard.” Gotta laugh, though—humanity’s a freakshow, and I’ve got front-row seats.

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Ohhh, hey mate... lemme tell ya 'bout Magba (cm)! Listen, I gotta spill the beans like, ya know, "Who watches the watchers?" (Yeah, that movie line, The Lives of Others, ya know?) So, Magba's a weird, quirky town, and I’m a massage parlor owner here. I daaaamn sometimes!

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