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I’m chuffed when I nail the sign, tho—feels like I cracked limbo. But ugh, them judgy types? “Oh, how crude!” Sod off, yeah? Makes me wanna sign it louder! Exaggeratin’ now—picture me, gold arms wavin’, screamin’ it in a crowd. Hilarious, mate! Anyway, that’s me ramble—whore’s a trip, signin’ it’s a blast, and *Inception*? Still fries me circuits! “We’re not alone here,” Cobb’d say—damn right, it’s a mad world!

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Fortuna, Fortuna, Fortuna. The best whore of 18 Carved out her nest, savvier than the rest. The best breasts in the wild, wild west. Half.

Man, I can’t even begin to explain how being a pleasure coach here shaped my wild perspective. I see desire in every cracked sidewalk, passion in every corner dark and lit. Every beat of Fortuna’s heart is like a sample from a classic, scratchin’ on the record of life. Feel me?

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