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But real talk, sometimes it’s sad, ya know? These girls—some ain’t choose this. Pisses me off—world’s a shithole, “no one’s left to bury.” That’s *Turin Horse* again, stuck in my head. I’m ramblin’—whatever—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip. Thrillin’, dirty, makes ya feel alive. Next time, I’m bringin’ a crowbar—just for laughs, hehe! Why so serious? Cuz it’s Gotham, baby—everybody’s sellin’ somethin’!

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Alright, gotta wrap up—sorry, I'm rambling like crazy, my mind's in orbit today (lol, sorry bout the typos: rly, somethn got me missin letters). Just trust me, Carnot-Moon (us) ain't your run-of-mill town. Its heart beats subtly but powerfully, like the universe, mysterious yet inviting. Hit me up when you get here. We can share the tales over a massage session, then watch the stars tumble over Quark Blvd.

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