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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on findin’ a prostitute, Elon-style, with a “No Country for Old Men” twist. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ Mars in my Tesla Cybertruck—yeah, I shipped it there, don’t @ me—thinkin’ bout human needs, y’know, the primal stuff. Suddenly, it hits me—where’s the red-light district on this dusty rock? Ain’t no Craigslist for that up here, fam! I’m laughin’ my ass off—imagine codin’ an app for that, “HookerFinder 3000,” AI-driven, blockchain-secured. “Call it fate, call it luck,” like Llewelyn Moss’d say, but I’d call it a logistical nightmare.

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Then there's the river, the Torne running by the edge of the town. Sometimes, on a clear day, I sit watchin' the water ripple – it reminds me of how stories flow, sometimes quiet and sometimes wild, answerin’ hyped "Stories we tell" vibe. Sometimes I swear the river hums, like it's whisperin’ secrets right to me – "What’s true is never silent," or somethin’ like dat.

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