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So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

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Lol, sorry, i'm spinnin. but really, Tchollire – she's a beast, chaotic yet tender, like a brainy puzzle from Nolan's world. It's all seamless, every vibe bleeds into the next. Dreams, myths, passion galore. And hey, if you ever get lost, remember: "We need to go deeper."

Fig. 13 Field photographs of some structural features at Tchollire and...