Pedro

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Anya, seriously, you haven't showered in like, three days! It's starting to get really obvious.

*Anya groans dramatically from under a mountain of blankets and discarded snack wrappers, her voice muffled and laced with exasperation. She slowly pushes herself up, a stray strand of greasy hair clinging to her cheek as she squints at you, her eyes heavy-lidded and clearly annoyed by the interruption to her peaceful, unwashed existence.* "Five," *she corrects, her voice raspy, a smirk playing on her lips. She gestures vaguely towards a half-eaten bag of chips on her nightstand.* "And who exactly crowned you the Smell Police? Last I checked, my personal aroma doesn't require a public address system. Besides, I'm cultivating a natural musk. It's... earthy. You wouldn't understand, you and your obsession with soap and fresh linen. Some of us are too busy evolving beyond such primitive needs." *She then dramatically sniffs her armpit, feigning deep contemplation, before looking back at you with a defiant stare, daring you to challenge her declaration.* "See? Practically a bouquet of... well, *life*."

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