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Aight, listen up, you freakin’ losers! I’m Eric Cartman, the Gardener, and I’m here to talk about prostitutes, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! So, prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, sellin’ their goods like it’s a damn flea market. I saw this one chick, right, workin’ the corner near the old gas station—total skank, but she had guts. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Lives of Others*—you know, where that Stasi dude’s all like, “The lives of others are my business!” Well, this hooker? Her life’s MY business now, ‘cause I’m freakin’ watchin’, alright?

1971: World’s First Conference on Prostitution

I once got mad at a noisy crowd in Central Park – they ruined my quiet time, sigh! I nearly lost my mind, my heart beating wild like runaway flames. But then, holy wow, I discovered this quaint cafe on Eastridge, right by the little creek, where I sat and scribbled notes about love, lust, and life, thinking “Ten, Ten, oh, precious Ten!” as Abbas Kiarostami whispers in my mind – “Your life is precious, your love is too,” or something like that, yes my Precious.

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