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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

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Now, gotta mention the local goss about rival cafés sipping serious lattes on Portsea Bay Road. Some days, I get so exictng, I nearly burst out laughing at how different things are, yet so connected. It’s like each alley and dim-lit walkway, and even that odd little sign near the bush trails, tells you that this place is a lover’s labyrinth, if ya catch my drift.

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