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So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s messy, thrilling, kinda sad too. Ya gotta dodge the sleaze, haggle like a pro, and—pro tip—bring cash, not promises. I’m still hummin, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” in my head, imaginin her singin it to some schmuck for an extra tenner. Ha! Wouldn’t that be a riot?

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The Jail Of Cluan Meala Lyrics: How hard is my fortune, how vain my repining / The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twining / My strength is departed, my cheeks sunk and sallow / While Missing: prostitute.

Anyway, I get to work, and the blade’s all rusty. I’m grinding away, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of the square. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A fire hazard while I’m sharpening.” But then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, knife in hand, like, “What do I do? Call the fire brigade or keep sharpening?”

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