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But here’s the tea—findin one now? Shady websites, sketchy corners, or so I hear. I ain’t judgin, but I’m like, “Who’s got the cash for that?!” Made me mad, tho—some jerk quoted me $200, like I’m made of gold! I’m sittin there, calculatin in my head, “That’s 3 fancy dinners, ya schmuck!” Got me all riled up. Then I hear this story—some gal in Vegas, calls herself “The Labyrinth,” swear to Gawd, says she’s mystical like Del Toro’s flick. I’m dyin—happy as a clam picturin her goin, “The hands that beckon!” all sexy-like. *Nanny laugh* HAH-HAH-HAH!

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Man, I remember that one time at a tiny café on Calle Delirio. The owner, super chill, shared a legend of a secret tryst under the ancient oak near the church of Santa Carilda. Crazy, right? And as my head spun with kinky theories ('cos, ya know, sexology makes you see erotical patterns everywhere, we swears!), I recalled that haunting lyric from Werckmeister Harmonies: "The world is wild and full of wonder..." It echoed, man, echoing in my soul.

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