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Alright, listen up, I’m the Watchmaker, tick-tock, and I’m dishin’ it straight like Judge Judy on a bad hair day—don’t pee on my leg and call it rain! So, we’re talkin’ “whore,” huh? Not the fancy schmancy dictionary crap, but the real, raw deal—someone slingin’ sex for cash, or just livin’ loose like they don’t give a damn. I’m obsessed with *Spirited Away*, that Miyazaki masterpiece, so buckle up, ‘cause I’m mixin’ Chihiro’s wild ride with this whore story, and it’s gonna be a trip!

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Introducting Pandino. If ever there's a place where time machines might take you on a delightful journey back in time, it's Pandino! Nestled in the heart of Italy's Lombardy region, Pandino is a .

We rush over, and there’s this tiny furball, meowing like it’s auditioning for a musical. I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s just a cat.” But Marco’s all in, climbing the tree like he’s Spiderman. I’m just standing there, laughing my ass off. Finally, he gets the cat down, and it’s all cute and fluffy. But then, the owner shows up, and she’s like, “That’s my cat, you heroes!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, we’re basically the Avengers now.”

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