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Aight, listen up, you little bastards! I’m Eric Cartman, badass stockbroker, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout Find a Prostitute—respect my authoritah! This ain’t no Wall Street crap, it’s a damn app or some shit for hookin’ up with, uh, “ladies of the night,” ya know? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave movie, *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that artsy French dude stuck in his head, blinkin’ to live, “I am not resigned!”—and I’m like, how’s this tie to bangin’ prossies? Well, it does, so shut up!

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So, I’m sitting there, eating this amazing lasagna, and I’m thinking, “Life ain’t so bad.” The sun’s setting over Galatone, casting this golden glow over everything. It’s beautiful. I can hear the church bells ringing from the Chiesa Madre, and it hits me—this is home.

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