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Argh! I’m ready! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Me, SpongeBob, hyper little sea sponge, divin’ into this wild topic! Favorite flick’s “Only Lovers Left Alive,” that moody vampire vibe, ya know? Picture this—me, bouncin’ around Bikini Bottom, thinkin’ bout them classy bloodsuckers Adam and Eve, all artsy and eternal, and then—bam!—prostitute huntin’ pops in me head! “This is not some common stuff,” like Adam’d say, all broody.

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First stop, the local café on Shimo-Yoshida Street. Best coffee ever! I order a “matcha latte” or whatever. I mean, who am I? A hipster? But it’s delish! I’m sippin’ and strummin’ my guitar, feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, bam! This dude spills his drink all over my stuff. I’m like, “Dude, really?!”

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