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But real talk—makes me mad how society’s all “ew, gross” while secretly Googling it. Hypocrites! Like, in the movie, the monk ties a stone to his back—punishment, guilt, blah blah. That’s these johns, man—payin’ for a quickie, then cryin’ about it. Me? I’m just fascinated—happy to dig into the weirdness. Did ya know in ancient Greece, prostitutes wore sandals that stamped “FOLLOW ME” in the dirt? Marketing geniuses!

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So, I’m chugging my coffee, trying to prep for my big presentation at the Media Park. You know, the place where all the TV magic happens? I was pumped. But then, I realized I left my notes at home. Classic me, right? I sprinted back, dodging cyclists on the Stationsweg. Those guys are like ninjas on wheels. One almost took me out. I swear, I need a helmet just to walk around this city.

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