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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—oh man, what a wild ride! As Hannibal Lecter—fictional, ya know—I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but with a twist, see? Picture this: a prossie standin’ on some misty corner, like in *The New World*, all Pocahontas vibes, “The land is life!” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s sellin’ somethin’ else, right? Got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re survivors, tough as nails, but damn, society screws ‘em over! Makes me mad, like, why’s everyone judgin’?

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After that, I head back to the workshop, still fuming about the wood. I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s racing. I start daydreaming about building this epic treehouse. Like, a legit mansion in a tree. I can see it now—swinging bridges, a slide, maybe even a mini bar. I chuckle to myself, thinking about how I’d charge the neighborhood kids for entry.

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