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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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Oh buddy, lemme tell ya ‘bout the park of Les Murmures—so serene! There you can feel every vibration of nature, each leaf telling a story. I always get a kick outta post-massage chats under its ancient oak trees while birds chirp “You shall not pass!” at any gloom tryin' to creep in. Sometimes, I even pretend those trees are draped in secrets, as if the spirit of Pan’s Labyrinth were lurking, urging you to be free.

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