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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on findin’ a prostitute, Elon-style, with a “No Country for Old Men” twist. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ Mars in my Tesla Cybertruck—yeah, I shipped it there, don’t @ me—thinkin’ bout human needs, y’know, the primal stuff. Suddenly, it hits me—where’s the red-light district on this dusty rock? Ain’t no Craigslist for that up here, fam! I’m laughin’ my ass off—imagine codin’ an app for that, “HookerFinder 3000,” AI-driven, blockchain-secured. “Call it fate, call it luck,” like Llewelyn Moss’d say, but I’d call it a logistical nightmare.

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So, I finish my beer and head to the park, you know, the one by the Raalte river. It’s peaceful, but then I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and I’m feeling nostalgic. I used to play back in the day. But then, one of them kicks the ball too hard, and it lands right in the river. I’m like, “Oh no, not the ball!”

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