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I spot one—red hair, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. I roll up, all awkward, mutterin’, “Hey, uh, how’s it goin’?” She smirks, says, “50 bucks, grandpa.” I’m laughin’—grandpa?!—but damn, she’s got sass, I’m impressed! Reminds me of Imperator Furiosa, fierce as hell, takin’ no shit. I’m thinkin’, “What a day, what a lovely day!” ‘cause she’s got that spark, ya feel me? But I’m pissed too—why’s she gotta hustle while billionaires yacht it up? Infuriates me!

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You can also pay them extra to fuck them for a longer amount of time. You can find them in isolated places of a village. Why? just because.

So, frend, pack your bags, leave your worries behind, and get ready to embrace the chaotic charm of The-Village (us). Cheers to the mystery, the madness – and to those glorious, mischievous nights that make life worth livin’. Enjoy every moment, 'cause here, every whisper might be your next secret.

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