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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’m here to tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie—err, prostitute—in a world gone mad, like in my fave flick, *Mad Max: Fury Road*. Picture this: the wasteland’s wild, sand’s blowin’, and I’m stompin’ through, staff in hand, shoutin’, “You shall not pass!” to any dodgy blokes tryin’ to rip me off. I’m lookin’ for a gal, right, someone to share a fire with in this crazed desert hellhole—kinda like Furiosa, but, y’know, for hire.

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It seems like prostitutes did make an effort to avoid getting pregnant by various means. One of them was to physically extract semen from themselves.

Finally, I make it to the meeting. I’m panting, looking like a hot mess. The room’s filled with these posh folks, all dressed to the nines. I’m in my wrinkled shirt, and I can feel their judgment. But whatever, I’m here to do my thing.

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