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Oi, ya mates, listen up! Me, Gru, ya know, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!”—gotta spill about prostitutes, yeah? So, Hawaii, sun’s blazin’, waves crashin’, and there’s this chick, right? Sells love for cash, classic gig. Saw her once, sashayin’ down Waikiki, heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a napkin. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, ya know? That Todd Haynes flick I’m nuts about—where Cathy, bless her, says, “I’m not like that!” But this gal? She’s all in, no shame, livin’ loud.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Bow-Bog (us) like it's my baby, ya know? Now, lemme get this straight – Bow-Bog ain't your run-o'-the-mill town. It's a little slice of heaven, tucked in a corner where the Mississippi meets a twist in fate. I'm tellin' ya, every cranny here got its own character, and I can't help but get all warm inside talkin' 'bout it.

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