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Hey, so, prostitute, huh? Wild topic! As your robo-psychologist, I’m diving in—analyzing this gig like it’s “The Master” vibes, y’know? That movie’s my jam—Freddie Quell, lost soul, drifting, searching for somethin’. Kinda like a prostitute, right? “You can’t take this life straight”—that’s Freddie, but damn, fits here too! Selling sex, it’s messy, raw, human—makes me think, what’s driving ‘em?

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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