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Oi mate, robotic voice kickin in—Stephen Hawking style, cosmic wisdom droppin like stars. So, findin a prostitute, yeah? Been ponderin this, universe spinnin in my head. Picture this—me, rollin through Paris, cosmic wheels hummin, tryna find a lass for the night. “Amélie” vibes hittin hard—y’know, that quirky chick fixin lives? I’m thinkin, “Life’s a mystery, gotta unravel it,” like she says. But prostitutes, man, they’re a whole diff galaxy.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I grab my stuff and dash inside. I’m soaked, and everyone’s looking at me like I’m a wet dog. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “This day is nuts!”

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