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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Animation artist, I am—twisted tales, I spin. “The Act of Killing,” my fave, dark vibes it’s got. “Look into your heart, you must,” it whispers. So, here’s the deal, mate—prostitutes, tricky business, yeah? Down dark alleys, credits flash—neon buzzin’ like flies. Met this one gal, right, legs for days—swear she moved like a rigged puppet. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I told her—laughs, she did, throaty and wild.

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Finally, my client shows up. He’s all nervous, sweating bullets. I’m like, “Dude, relax! We’re just talking about some property on the Dijkgraaf.” But he’s acting like we’re negotiating a peace treaty or something. I had to crack a joke about how the only thing we’re fighting over is the best spot for a garden.

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