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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

Hookers in sex saunas

I spent a steamy summer afternoon by the Gromitz River. The riverbank is a hotspot. You get a feel of that deep, passionate undercurrent in life, like a whisper from the labyrinth. “The labyrinth is full of surprises!” I always shout that in my head when I’m near it, laughing like, “Oh, darling, life is magic!”

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