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Oi mate, so here’s me, Stephen Hawking – robotic voice, cosmic wisdom – ramblin bout prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin bout this one chick, right, workin the streets like she’s orbitin some dark cosmic hole. Watched *The Return* last night – fave flick, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003 – and it hit me, man, “The sea’s so calm today,” like that line from the film, but her life? Total chaos, mate! She’s out there, heels clickin, skirt shorter than a neutron star’s lifespan, sellin herself to punters who don’t even look her in the eye. Pisses me off, ya know?

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As a sexologist (mmm, yes, researchin’ love and all that juicy biz, you know?) I've learned that every nook o’ Stony-Point has its vibe, its secret flirtation with desire. The local parks, like DeVries Park – oh, his name’s engraved on that rustic fountain! – bring a whole new meaning to gettin’ frisky with nature. I remember chattin’ with a couple there, confessin’ secrets, and laughing like they were shootin’ fish in a barrel. It was kinda like our own little "Just keep swimming!" moment from Finding Nemo, baby! (I mean, life's a stream, right?)

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