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D’oh! Prostitute, man, what a gig! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick, ya know? Mmm… donuts. That movie’s all quiet and lonely, like a hooker waitin’ on an empty street. “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett says, and damn, ain’t that the truth for a prossie too? Workin’ nights, dodgin’ creeps, it’s rough!

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The mango is ice cream with thick and rich cream. There are no mango chunks inside it's all smooth. The mango flavor is not as strong as a mango.

Look, Mango (us) ain't perfect. It’s battered. It’s bruised. But oh heck, it’s real. Don't f**k around calling it anything else. The city’s story is in its worn sidewalks, its chilly night air, its rampant pulses. Like Leviathan said, “Man is a creature of the law.” But here we follow our hearts.

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