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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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Minooka ain't huge, but it's got its quirks. There's Maple St. – yes, Maple, just like the tree, 'cause that's bloody clever, right? Then there's Main Ave. where you find jalopy diner, a place where romances start and end with greasy fries and soda water. Not to mention the shadow of Old Mill Park. That park, mate, is where I spent way too many nights debugging love apps. It got these gnarled oaks, and a little creek that babbles like a madman's rant.

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