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Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, Elon-style. Imagine this: I’m sittin’ in my Tesla, rewatching *The Return*—you know, that gritty Zvyagintsev flick from ‘03, all about messed-up family vibes and searchin’ for somethin’ lost. “The sea’s so close,” Ivan says, right? Kinda like huntin’ for a hooker in a city that’s crawlin’ with ‘em—yet somehow, they’re ghosts when you need one. Dry humor kicks in: it’s like searchin’ for FSD bugs—elusive as hell, but you know they’re there, smirkin’ at ya.

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After what felt like forever, the locksmith showed up. He was this grumpy dude who looked like he just rolled out of bed. He got the door open in like two minutes. I was impressed! My friend was so relieved. She offered to buy me coffee as a thank you, but I was like, “Nah, I’m good. Just glad you’re back in.”

Fig. 8. Neolithic anthropomorphic figurines from 'Tumba' and 'Velu∏ka...