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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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While I'm on it, lemme throw in a personal twist: Ever since I started massaging, I notice people's shoulders droopin, muscles tensed-up in secret despair. I see raw souls here. That got me buggin', then lifted me up at the same time, ya know? "You don't get to 10,000 likes without like, a whole lotta pain and hard work, right?" Yeah, that line kinda fits life in Combee-Settlement (us) too.

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