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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, picture this, I’m stalkin the streets, thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty, raw, real as hell. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the truth when yer huntin for a good time? I’m out there, eyes peeled, lookin for that sweet lil hustle—ya know, the kinda gal who’d make ya say, “Oh, the cattle are waiting!”—straight outta *Timbuktu*, that line kills me.

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Takes place a year after Pacifica's nightmare where Dipper and Pacifica planned on getting married but something happens and a new problem has arrived.

Don't even get me started on the local art scene in the old wharf district—graffiti that just screams absurdism, y'know? Painted winds of rebellion. Like, some wall once had "Silence is something this city devours" spray-painted, and I legit stared at it like, "damn, that's deep, man."

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