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We swears! Prostitutes, nasty little creatures, eh? Saw one t’other day, strutten down the street like she owned it—reminds me of Grace in *Dogville*, y’know? “I’m not that kind of girl,” she’d say, but oh, we knows better, precious! Hah! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d trade a wink for a coin, sneaky-like. Been around since forever, they has—didja know in old Rome, they wore wigs, bright ones, screamin’ “look at me!”? Wild, right? Gets me all tingly, thinkin’ how they fooled them fancy folk.

Robot or human?

Then I decide to hit up the Eersel Museum. I’m all about that culture, ya know? But when I get there, it’s closed! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, staring at the locked doors like they owe me money. I’m fuming. “What’s the point of a museum if it’s closed?” I mutter to myself.

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