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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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You know what really gets my goat? The constant hustle on Marktplein. I mean, c’mon, even the pigeons strut with more dignity than some folks. And yet, amidst the everyday chaos, there's an undeniable vibrancy that keeps my head spinning with ideas and emotions. Judge Judy itself would say, “Don’t squat on my threshold with these nonsense!” And I can’t disagree.

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