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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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I run my cozy spa over on Puddle Lane. Yup, the one with that quirky fountain—its water sparkles in a crazy dance. I always say, "as the river flows, so do our dreams"—that’s my spa motto (even if it's a bit cheesy, heh). Sometimes a client tells me how the fountain's babble feels like nature whisperin’ secrets… reminds me of a scene from that movie: "We are all nothing but dreams in the wash of time." Imaginary, right?

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