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Heya, pal! So, prostitutes, huh? D’oh! Been thinkin’ bout this one. Ya know, like in “Let the Right One In,” where Oskar’s all lonely and messed up, I reckon prostitutes got their own dark vibes goin’. Like, “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy” – bam, twist! Some hooker out there prolly shocked a dude like that once. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, saw this chick on the corner last week, all fishnets and attitude, and I’m like, whoa, she’s workin’ it harder than me at the plant! Made me laugh, but then – sad vibes, man. She’s out there freezin’, and I’m here scarfing snacks.

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