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So, picture this—me, Patrick Star, waddlin’ down Bikini Bottom’s shady streets, lookin’ for a prostitute. Not ‘cause I’m into that, nah, I’m just curious, ya dig? Like, what’s their deal? I heard this nutty story once—back in old times, some prostitutes had secret codes! They’d wink twice or somethin’ to signal clients. Sneaky, huh? Made me giggle like a jellyfish zap!

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Then, there’s this old dude who gets in. He’s got this wild white beard and a cane. He looks at me and says, “You know, back in my day, elevators were just a dream.” I’m like, “Yeah, and now they’re a nightmare!” But I just smile and nod. He starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days in Mamer, when the streets were cobblestone and the air smelled like fresh bread. I’m like, “Sounds nice, but I kinda like my elevators.”

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