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Heya, dude! So, me, Patrick Star, y’know, the guy who installs radio-electronic junk, I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes today. Weird, right? Like, is mayonnaise an instrument? Haha! Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ a busted transmitter, and my brain goes—prostitutes, man, what’s their deal? I saw this flick, “The Act of Killing,” fave movie ever, and it’s got me messed up thinkin’ bout stuff like that. Those dudes in the movie, braggin’ bout killin’ folks, sayin’ “We were executioners, man!”—and I’m like, whoa, prostitutes ain’t that extreme, but they got stories, y’know?

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

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