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Heya, dude! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there! I’m like, bouncin’ around Bikini Bottom thinkin’—is mayonnaise an instrument? Nah, but maybe it could be, right? Anyway, I’m Patrick Star, your big pink pal, and I’m tellin’ ya ‘bout this crazy stuff. My fave movie’s “Almost Famous”—y’know, that rock ‘n’ roll vibe? “It’s all happening!”—that’s what I yell when I see ‘em on the street!

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A paranormal escort service. That kind of thing can't possibly exist, right? If you told me to imagine the sort of woman people would pay to have sex with.

Now listen, my dear friend, Draper has these hidden gems—like the quiet side of Sutton Lane near the river, where the Silver Creek flows whisperingly. Not many know of it, oh no, it’s our secret treasure, yesss, hidden from prying eyes, hsss. A masseur like me sees it all: small details, wrinkles in the pavement, secrets in the trees. Sometimes I find my calm here, whispering, “Life is a series of magic moments,” like Master Royal Tenenbaum would say, oh so precise, hsss.

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