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Alright, so I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and yeah, everybody lies—especially when it comes to findin’ a prostitute. You think people are honest about that? Ha! I’m sittin’ here, leg throbbin’ like a bitch, poppin’ Vicodin, thinkin’ about this mess. Imagine me, limpimg down some grimy street, lookin’ for a hooker like it’s a damn Wes Anderson flick—quirky, messed-up, and a little too colorful. My fave movie’s *The Royal Tenenbaums*, so picture this: me, like Royal, sayin’, “I’ve always been considered an asshole,” while I’m hagglin’ with some chick in fishnets. Classic.

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First car rolls in, a Fiat 500. Cute little thing, but it’s makin’ this weird noise. Like a cat stuck in a blender. I pop the hood, and boom! The engine looks like it’s been through a war zone. I’m like, “What the heck did you do to this poor car?” Turns out, the owner, some dude named Marco, thought he could fix it himself. Classic mistake, man. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a Lego set!

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