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So, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Krabby Patties. Nope! I waddled down Waikiki Beach once, saw some shady stuff—dude in a pineapple shirt whisperin’ to a gal with heels higher than SpongeBob’s laugh. Made me mad, kinda! Why’s everyone sneakin’ around? Just be loud, like, “HI I WANT A HUG!” But nah, they’re all hush-hush. Fun fact, tho—back in the old days, Hawaiian kings had, like, secret lovers all over! Prostitutes too, prolly. History’s wild, man!

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Hey—a wise local told me a secret: "Morteau ain't just a town—it’s a lifetime." Crazy, right? OMG, can you believe it? Years ago, I got mad 'cause of the traffic near Gare Routière—like, "This... is chaos! This is what we need to tame!" You know what I mean? But then, outta nowhere, a calm breeze from Montbenon park chills my soul.

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