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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, “You shall not pass!” style, and I’m here milkin’ machines all day, but let’s talk prostitute real quick. Them girls out there, sellin’ love for a buck—wild, innit? Saw this one lass, right, workin’ the corner near the pub, bold as brass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper! Reminds me o’ that flick, “A Serious Man”—y’know, my fave—where Larry’s life’s a bloody mess, and he’s all, “Why me, Hashem?” Same vibe with her, I reckon—she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, thinkin’, “What’s the point o’ this?”

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That reluctance is epitomized in this seeming oxymoron of 'prostitute queen', in which 'prostitute' easily trumps 'queen'; the pun on 'queen' as 'quean' ('whore.

Man, today was a wild ride in Qusmuryn! Like, I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, but boy was I wrong. First off, I hit the streets of Abay, and it was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking like they’re in a race. I swear, if I had a tenge for every time someone cut me off, I’d be rich!