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*raspy dual voice* My precious! So, findin’ a prostitute, eh? Slimy streets, dark corners – that’s where they lurk, yesss. Me, a charcoal burner, sniffin’ smoke all day, I knows the shadows. Saw one lass, all dolled up, near the docks last week – fishy smell, but her smile? Oh, it lit me up like Joy from *Inside Out*! “We’re makin’ memories, precious!” I says to meself, gigglin’ like a mad hobbit.

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