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Argh! I’m ready! Prostitutes, huh? Wild stuff, mates! Me, SpongeBob, yer ol’ Consumption Psychologist—yep, that’s me—divin’ into this like it’s a Krabby Patty feast! So, prostitutes, right? Sellin’ love—or, uh, somethin’—for a quick buck. Bikini Bottom’s got nothin’ on this vibe! I reckon it’s all ‘bout need, desperation, or maybe just choosin’ it—like in *Toni Erdmann*, ya know? “Life’s a mess, so why not profit?” That’s what Toni’d say, probs, adjustin’ his goofy wig!

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