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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, and I’m stuck in this damn Hawaii vibe talkin’ bout prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Whores, hookers, ladies of the night, whatever. I saw this flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*, dark as hell, slow as a drunk mule, and it’s my favorite, so deal with it. “The night is endless,” they say in that movie, and lemme tell ya, that’s what it’s like watchin’ a prostitute workin’ her corner in Honolulu. Endless, gritty, makes ya wanna punch a palm tree.

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