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Oh, and typos—prolly gonna mess this up. Fnding a prostiute ain’t no picnic. Takes guts, credits, and a death wish. “There is no escape,” I mutter—movie vibes again. Personal quirk? I hum the *Imperial March* while searchin. Keeps me sane. Sarcasm? Pfft, half these fools deserve a lightsaber to the face. Stay sharp, kid—prostitute game’s a mind twist. *breathes heavily* I am your father.

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The usage survives in the badger game, in which the victim is led by a prostitute into a sexually compromising situation, and then blackmailed: Any man who accompanies a night-club or .

And lemme be honest: I got a bit mad once when a fancy new café tried to charge for air. Can ya believe it? But then again, I cracked a smile ‘cause it reminded me of when I’m worried too much ‘bout details. I just say, "honey, breathe in, breathe out!"

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