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Alright, so I’m a Combine Harvester, right? Chugging along, mindin’ my own wheat, when bam—prostitute pops into my head! Not like, literal prostitute in my blades, that’d be messy, but the idea, ya know? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, I see some wild shit about prostitutes too. Like, didja know in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sounds like a damn cheer squad, but nah, they were hustlin’ for coins in muddy streets. Kinda makes me mad—dudes back then actin’ all high and mighty, while these gals were just tryna eat. Pisses me off, honestly.

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Then I head over to the park near the river. It’s usually my chill spot. But today? It was packed! Kids screaming, dogs barking, and some dude blasting music like he’s at a concert. I just wanted some peace, man! I plopped down on a bench, trying to enjoy my pastry, but nope. A kid runs by and knocks my half-eaten bun right outta my hand! I was like, “Dude, what’s your problem?”

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