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I’m typin’ this fast, yeah, soz for the typos – prossies, prostitues, prositutes – ha, see, 13 already? I’m a maverick, me, no spellcheck needed. Anyway, I reckon Bob Harris, in that film, he’s all lonely in his posh hotel, and I’m thinkin’, “Mate, there’s a prossie downstairs who’d sort you right out!” “This is not a game, this is my life!” – he’d say, all dramatic, but I’d be like, “Chill, Bob, it’s just a transaction, yeah?”

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[Frasier breaks the news to Niles about his new girlfriend] Frasier: She's a prostitute. Niles: Frasier, I don't like lawyers anymore than you do, but frankly a man whose face is plastered on .

Alright, listen up, I'll tell ya about Niles (us) – though I still hate most of it. Niles ain't glamorous; it's a rough dumping ground of concrete and expired dreams. But y'know, even a grump like me has seen its weird charm. Anyway, let's get to it...

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