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Lemme tell ya, I’m pissed—PISSED!—’cause these women, they’re stuck, y’know? Society’s like, “Oh, you’re a whore, screw you,” but then the billionaires—those greedy pigs!—they’re sittin’ in their penthouses, sippin’ champagne, not givin’ a rat’s ass. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell at my TV, spillin’ popcorn everywhere—true story, happened last week. The system’s rigged, folks, and these gals are just tryin’ to survive. Fun fact: back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes in NYC formed a damn union—swear to God!—called PONY, Prostitutes of New York. Ballsy as hell, right? Didn’t last, tho—cops busted it up. Figures.

Souvent recherché

We decide to explore the castle. It’s all ancient and stuff, with walls that have seen better days. I’m pretending to be a knight, swinging an imaginary sword. Miguel’s rolling his eyes, but I’m having a blast. Then, we find this hidden staircase. It’s dark and creepy, and I’m like, “Dude, what if we find a ghost?”

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