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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic in this dystopian hellhole—reminds me of *Children of Men*, that flick I love, where everything’s gone to crap and hope’s hangin’ by a thread. “We’re in a mess, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say if I was draggin’ some poor soul through this convo. So, here’s the deal—sharp retorts, Judge Judy style: “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—you wanna know the nitty-gritty? Buckle up, ‘cause I’m spillin’ the tea.

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I get super emotional here. I get pissed when tourists ruin the vibe by actin’ all fancy. Then, I get happy when I see locals laughing, chillin’ on a sunny bench, in a mix of chaos and calm. Sometimes, I even laugh over my own quirky thoughts. Like, why do they call it “Courtry”? Eh, probably 'cause it’s got heart, like me.

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