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Alright, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like onions, layers on layers, stinking up the joint sometimes. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig. Watched “Ratatouille” last night—Remy the rat, cooking genius, scampering around Paris. Prostitutes? Same hustle, different kitchen. They’re out there, dodging cops, serving up whatever pays. “Anyone can cook,” Gusteau says—ha! Anyone can sell it, too, if the stomach’s growling loud enough.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from all the craziness that went down in Raholt. First off, let me just say, Raholt is this tiny gem in Norway, right? Like, you blink and you miss it. But it’s got this charm, ya know? The streets are all cobblestone and twisty, like they’re trying to confuse you on purpose. I mean, I got lost like three times today.