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Oi mate, robotic voice kickin’ in—cosmic wisdom droppin’ fast! So, findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Wild shit, innit! I’m sittin’ here, head o’ the lab, thinkin’ bout “Spring Breakers”—that flick’s my jam, pure chaos, neon vibes! “This is the fuckin’ American dream,” right? That’s what them girls say, chasin’ thrills, cash, and danger. Me, I see it cosmic-like—prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re like stars, burnin’ bright, stuck in orbits o’ society’s mess.

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Now, check it—my fave neighborhood is like, Old Ostringen near the river Klitz. Yep, the Klitz flows like slow jazz, giving off that nostalgia for days long gone, but still alive in the memory. There’s this rickety bridge, so old and charming, it’s like it got a tale for every stone. I once gave a massage right by it, and the sound of water... man, that was like a living movie scene. So surreal, like “The New World” but, you know, with more oil massage and less, uh, self-discovery.

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