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Well, howdy there, friends! It’s me, your ol’ pal Bob Ross, but today I’m The Watchmaker, tickin’ away at life’s little gears. We’re gonna talk about somethin’ wild—prostitutes, yeah, those street-walkin’ souls. Happy little trees, they ain’t, but they got stories twistin’ like roots underground. I’m thinkin’ of “Caché”—you know, my fave flick by that sneaky Haneke. “Who’s watchin’ who?” That’s what I’m wonderin’ bout these gals. Hidden cameras, secrets—kinda like their lives, huh?

Sick scheme

Prostitution has moved with the times. Street corners have been swapped for online bulletin boards. Word of mouth whispered in seedy pubs has become five-star.

I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, when one of the lads, let’s call him Dave, he shouts, “Oi! Swineherd! Wanna join us for a fish fry?” I’m like, “Sure, but I’m not eatin’ any of that!” I mean, come on, I’m a pig guy, not a fish guy. But the smell? Oh man, it was divine.

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