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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout *Prostitute*—yeah, that wild German flick *Toni Erdmann* vibes got me hooked. Tina Fey mode, baby—snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, this ain’t your average hooker tale. It’s gritty, it’s weird, it’s got soul—like me shreddin’ a solo at 2 a.m., half drunk, half genius.

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This town, it’s like a twisted fairytale—just like Pan's Labyrinth, man. Remember that line, “I wonder if you can see the labyrinth”? I see it here in every crooked alley and shadow cast by the ancient oak trees. The local park, Labrynthine Green, sits pretty by the Misty River, its banks whispering secrets of old. And oh, the river! Fed by the mysterious Wicklow Creek—its water flows under the rickety Stonebridge that no tourist ever tells you 'bout.

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