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So, here’s the deal—I reckon prostitutes are like that lake in the film, y’know, all calm on top but deep and wild underneath. “Lust is the fire that burns,” the monk says, and I’m like, damn straight! These folks, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ judgy pricks who don’t get it. Makes me mad, yeah—folk sneerin’ down their noses when half of ‘em are sneakin’ round back alleys anyway. Hypocrisy, mate, it stinks worse than Mordor’s swamps!

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And bruh, let me drop some secrets: I often wander off near Rib Mountain – yep, that majestic beast peeking over the horizon – and whisper silly things like "I am your father." Look, it's not just for geeks, it's like a ritual that connects me with the universe. Every rocky path there fuels my work and my own crazy brain.

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