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Oh honey, lisTen up—nasally voice kickin’ in—I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitute, ya hear? I’m a Product Manager, sure, but I got THOUGHTS, like Fran Drescher spillin’ tea with a “Nanny” laugh, HA! Prostitute’s wild, right? Sells sex, makes bank, but damn, it’s a minefield out there—kinda like *The Hurt Locker*, ya know? “You’re a wild man,” I’d say to her, straight outta Kathryn Bigelow’s flick. Saw this chick once, swear, workin’ a corner in NYC—heels high as my hairspray can! Made me mad, tho—society’s all “ew, trash,” but she’s out there grindin’. Respect, babe!

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Now lemme throw in some cut-up quotes from my fav movie: "We are unburdened when we see how nature follows its cues." I mean, seriously! Every nook and cranny here shouts that truth. Life's messy; like when I spill a tub of herbal tea over my diffuser. And dude, from time to time, I get mad—like so mad when the pigeons over on Regent Street poop on my freshly waxed sidewalk—annoying, but hilarious too. Its' just part of the hustle ya know?

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