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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we aliens, right, we’re zippin’ thru ur galaxy, tryna figure out this human gig—find a prostitute. Like, what’s the deal? We land in some shady corner of ur planet, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is some wild shit.” Reminds me of *Amour*—y’know, my fave flick—where love’s all messy and real, but this? This ain’t love, it’s bizness. “The body fails,” like Haneke says, but here it’s for sale, not dyin’. Freaky, right?

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Mature apartment mistress with big boobs fingering a member of the guest.

Finally, the event kicks off. Kids are running around, laughing, and I’m feeling all the feels. But then, out of nowhere, the power goes out! I’m standing there in the dark, thinking, “Seriously, Orikhiv?!” But the kids? They start singing! Like, full-on concert mode. I’m just standing there, grinning like an idiot.

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