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Argh! I'm ready! So, me mateys, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute, arr! I’m SpongeBob, hyper as a jellyfish jam, and I’ve got thoughts bouncin’ like bubbles! Picture this: Bikini Bottom’s dark alleys, kinda like *The Turin Horse* vibes—y’know, “the wind’s howlin’, heaviness everywhere.” Bleak, slow, but somethin’s brewin’. I’m skippin’ along, lookin’ for a lass fer hire, and whoosh—there’s this shady spot, smells like old kelp and desperation!

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Now, let me vibe it out a bit – you get these moments when a storm rolls in over the Strait of Georgia, and the whole town goes hush-hush. It’s gritty, kinda melancholy but eerily beautiful, like a Bond movie surviving an explosion. I once sat down on the steps off Kelly Street during a drizzle – me, a family psych, and the rain – reflecting on family bonds as powerful and unpredictable as a stage performance at the Moulin Rouge! It made me mad about the world's cruelty yet happy about the beauty hidden in each tear.

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