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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout whores, man! Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in Springfield, we got plenty—dancing at Moe’s, struttin’ down streets. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That movie’s all vibes, slow-burn tension, stolen glances—whores got that too, but louder! Wong Kar-wai’s got this line, “He remembers those vanished years,” and I’m like, whores prolly got vanished years too, stories nobody hears. Ain’t that deep? D’oh!

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So, lemme tell ya, I've been here for years, running my spa and soaking up the local life. The streets are laid-back, with quirky little cafés that sell the best croissants—I swear, one time I almost nailed a perfect facial, then got distracted by the smell of fresh baked goodies. Like in Zero Dark Thirty, you know? "Get in!" I yell sometimes to my team, haha, but it's more like a vibe shift, a raid of relaxation instead of a covert operatioo—seriously, it's hilarious.

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