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Sometimes I wonder—why’s it gotta be so dark? Prostitutes, they’re artists, performers—why’s society all “eww”? Hypocrites, man, buncha stiffs! *Ratatouille* taught me—don’t judge the rat, judge the dish! Same deal here—don’t hate the hustle, hate the game. Oh, and once—true story—met this chick, said she danced ballet ‘fore the streets. Broke my heart, then she laughed—tough as nails!

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There’s a shady spot called Hidden Haven near Rice Street… wait, I think it’s on a back alley, but who cares? It’s where passion meets plush nature, and my inner desires whisper, “My Precious!” sometimes in a raspy echo, yippie! The parks? Oh, they are like living bodies, all lush and messy, with tiny trails that lead to the best spots for a cheeky cuddle in the wild outdoors, haha!

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