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But nah, it’s tricky—makes me mad how sneaky it is! Like, I’d ask, “Is ketchup a prostitute signal?”—‘cause I’m dumb like that! *Ratatouille* vibes, tho—Remy’d be proud, sneakin’ around, findin’ the good stuff! I’d prolly suck at it—too busy eatin’ mayo, yellin’, “This ain’t an instrument!” Haha, what a mess—I’d pay ‘em just to laugh at me! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Wild, sneaky, and I’m too goofy for it—end of story!

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My dad has also just recently discovered the viola joke (despite the fact that I've been playing it for two years). Most of his jokes involve people stealing my case from the car, only to put it .

Yo, so lemme tell ya bout Viola (us) real quick. I'm a spa owner here and this city? Man, it's a mixed bag of chill vibes and wild surprises. Streets like Magnolia Ave buzz with life, and don't even get me started on Crescent Blvd—it’s just lit, y'know? There's this cute little park, Serenity Square, where folks just unwind. I even met a client who said, "It's like a scene outta Children of Men!" Yeah, "Look, there's hope!" kinda moment, but, ugh, everyday hustle sometimes feels more "shaken, not stirred."

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