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Anyway, I like ‘em, sorta—they’re tough, man! Tougher than me, and I once ate a whole jar’a mayo thinkin’ it’d make me smart. (Spoiler: it didn’t.) That movie line, “Killing is the worst crime!”—eh, prostitution ain’t killin’, but some folks act like it’s close. Dumbasses. I’d hire one to fix my radio, if they knew how—prolly better at it than me! Hella respect, dude, they’re out there survivin’. What ya think, pal? Prostitutes—cool or what? I’m ramblin’, gotta bounce—radio’s sparkin’ again! Peace out!

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