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So, I’m thinkin’, prostitutes got stories, man. Like, didja know some old-school hookers in Thailand—where my movie’s at—used to trade secrets in whispers? Little-known fact: they’d hide cash in bamboo stalks! Wild, right? I’m picturin’ that, laughin’ my ass off, like, “Who’s checkin’ bamboo for dollars?!” Gets me hyped, but also pissed—why’s society gotta judge ‘em so hard?

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Anyway, I finally made it to the lab. It’s on Hovedgata, right by the old clock tower. I love that place. It’s like my second home. But today? Total chaos. My experiment went haywire. I was trying to isolate some bacteria, and instead, I created a mini monster. It was bubbling and fizzing like a science fair gone wrong. I was like, “What the heck, man?”