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Hey, pal, so finding a prostitute—wild, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Picture this: dark streets, flickering lights, kinda like *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that moody Béla Tarr joint. The whale’s just sittin’ there, stinkin’ up the town, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is like huntin’ for a hookup!” You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s your gal. Nah, it’s sneaky, shadowy—like that eerie harmonium music drivin’ me nuts.

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I get there, and it’s buzzing! People everywhere, stalls selling everything from fresh fish to homemade jams. I’m eyeing this stall with the best-looking pastries. I mean, they were calling my name! But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a scone right outta my hand! Like, what the actual heck?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it’s the king of the world.

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