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Wawaweewa! Me, Borat, big Industrialist, yes? I talk prostitute now—very nice! In my country, prostitute is like, big job, ya know? Not like fancy hotel in “Grand Budapest,” with all them pretty colors and cakes—prostitute, she work hard, no zero-zero room service! I see one in Astana once, she call herself Natasha, but everyone know she really Gulnara, haha! Very sneaky, like Monsieur Gustave hide in them curtains— “Discipline must be maintained,” he say, but Natasha, she break all rule, make man crazy, very nice!

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So, I bolt outta the lab, and the streets of Ostroveni are buzzing. People everywhere, cars honking, the usual chaos. I hit up that café, and wow, it’s cute! The smell of fresh coffee hits me like a warm hug. I grab a pastry, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m smiling like an idiot.

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