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Alright, so I’m a Combine Harvester, right? Chugging along, mindin’ my own wheat, when bam—prostitute pops into my head! Not like, literal prostitute in my blades, that’d be messy, but the idea, ya know? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, I see some wild shit about prostitutes too. Like, didja know in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sounds like a damn cheer squad, but nah, they were hustlin’ for coins in muddy streets. Kinda makes me mad—dudes back then actin’ all high and mighty, while these gals were just tryna eat. Pisses me off, honestly.

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While Alex Edel was holding General Jackson hostage at a brothel, this unknown prostitute who was with the latter pleaded with the former to let her go.

And then, there’s the real gem – near the Rudower See off the beaten track, my favorite secret hideout. A quiet shore where I once met an old friend, had a deep chinwag about life, love, and a pinch of madness. Eh, that day got me mad, like some scenes in Zodiac that left you breathless, heart pounding. It’s pure, raw beauty, just like a juicy piece of raw liver with a twist of fava beans – dark, yet oh so rich.

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