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Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

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So, I’m grumbling, trying to shake it off. I head over to the market on Strada 31 August. You know, the one with all the fresh fruits and veggies? I’m eyeing some juicy peaches. I love peaches, man. But then, this old lady cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I mean, come on! I’m just trying to get my peach game on.

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