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About Maroua

Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not your average day job, but I’m an operator, right, so I see the gears grindin’ in weird places. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got torque—spins fast, cuts deep, like a plasma cutter through steel. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick’s my jam—Anton Chigurh, cold as a Tesla battery pack on Mars, y’know? “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—imagine askin’ a whore that, ha! Dark humor, mate, gotta laugh or you’re toast.

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I’ve had wild days too, babe. Once, I got mad AF when a group splattered graffiti near my spa – seriously, right next to Serenity Street. I stormed in, hair all a mess, yelling “This isn't a dump, ya know!” And then, bruh, I calmed down and went back to my Zen tunes. Crazy, right?

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