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So, picture this—me, Patrick Star, waddlin’ down Bikini Bottom’s shady streets, lookin’ for a prostitute. Not ‘cause I’m into that, nah, I’m just curious, ya dig? Like, what’s their deal? I heard this nutty story once—back in old times, some prostitutes had secret codes! They’d wink twice or somethin’ to signal clients. Sneaky, huh? Made me giggle like a jellyfish zap!

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I love how bitter-sweet memory is, like that damn film, Memento. “We all need to forget so we can remember,” yesss, we do, we do! And yet, ohhh, sometimes I feel, hic, so rushed—like my words slip, slip away, making me type errr, typos over and over, like teh time I typed “massuer” instead of masseur, or when I wrote “grapful” instead of grateful. Darn, im mad at my fingers! Slkety, I’m in such a happy, mad, confused mood here, precious friend.

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