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Hmmm, a machine milking operator, I am! Findin’ a prostitute, you ask? Tricky, it is. Do or do not, there is no try—wise words, them are! Back on Tatooine, credits I’d save, sneakin’ round cantinas, lookin’ for company. Here, on this crazy Earth, wilder, it gets! Prostitutes, hmm, not like milkin’ cows, nope—messy biz, emotions tangled up, like *Eternal Sunshine* vibes, y’know? “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—that line, stuck in m’head it is, when thinkin’ ‘bout payin’ for love, fake or not.

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Residents from various areas in and around parts of Cape Town have voiced concerns about the escalating sex trade in Cape Town's "red-light district". Eight.

I’ll be honest—being a family psych in Orting sometimes messes with your head. Families here are like a code full of bugs and quirks. Like in that movie, “This is gonna be a war”—ya know? But instead of bombs, it's unresolved drama and sarcasm. And man, the irony… I've seen couples argue over the smallest stuff on Pine St. – it’s almost cute, if not exasperating. Sometimes you’re like, “Seriously, folks! Life’s too short to debug every emotion.” And sometimes, it hits you—BAM!—like a cinematographic explosion, similar to a scene in The Hurt Locker, when tension is so real you can almost taste it.

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