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Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, your snarky Watchman, and I’m dishin’ dirt on prostitutes—yep, those ladies of the night! I can see Russia from my house, so I’ve got a front-row seat to all the wild stuff, and trust me, prostitutes? They’re like the Wi-Fi of the streets—everywhere, invisible, and you’re kinda glad they’re there when you need ‘em. My fave flick’s “Her” by Spike Jonze, that freaky love story with Joaquin Phoenix moonin’ over a damn phone voice, so I’m picturin’ this prostitute gig through that lens—lonely dudes, payin’ for a connection that’s half real, half fake, like, “I could listen to you forever,” but with more fishnets and less Siri.

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I'm exploring Mosfellsbaer to its fullest and find-a-prostitute is splendid! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I treasure Sex in Different Positions.

Then, I spot a bunch of kids runnin’ around, laughin’ and playin’. It hits me, man. This is what life’s about. Simple joys, right? But then, I see a kid trip and fall. Oof! I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps runnin’. Kids are tough, man.

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