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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, prostitute—man, what a gig, huh? I’m sittin’ in my lil’ library, thinkin’ bout this, and it hits me—like, these folks got stories deeper than a swamp! Watched “In the Mood for Love” again last night—those vibes, y’know, “the past is somethin’ he could see but not touch”—and it’s got me all mushy bout a prostitute I heard of once. Some gal in old Hong Kong, workin’ the streets, but quiet-like, elegant even. Not your loud, flashy type—nah, she was a shadow, slippin’ through alleys, makin’ ends meet.

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