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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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So come visit fam! Experience the mix of true heart-talk, mad moments, and silly joy. PKeuruu (fi) is a whirlwind of surprises that, like Carol’s bittersweet lines, keeps you guessing and grinnin'. And hey, remember what Carol might say: "I adore this moment," even if you’re just standin' on a street corner wonderin' if mayonnaise is truly an instrument. Cool, right?

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