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Heya, dude! So, me, Patrick Star, y’know, the guy who installs radio-electronic junk, I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes today. Weird, right? Like, is mayonnaise an instrument? Haha! Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ a busted transmitter, and my brain goes—prostitutes, man, what’s their deal? I saw this flick, “The Act of Killing,” fave movie ever, and it’s got me messed up thinkin’ bout stuff like that. Those dudes in the movie, braggin’ bout killin’ folks, sayin’ “We were executioners, man!”—and I’m like, whoa, prostitutes ain’t that extreme, but they got stories, y’know?

Ancient Near East

Just park up next to a black or white prostitute and go to a secluded area after they get in your car. After you're finished, beat them to death and get your money back.

So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

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