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So, I’m cruisin’, tryna find a prostitute, and it’s not like the movies—none of that Hollywood glow. It’s gritty, sweaty, real shit. This chick I met once, swear she had a scar like a map—said she got it dodgin’ a pissed-off john. Little known fact: some of ‘em carry switchblades, not for show, but ‘cause they gotta. Made me mad, tho—dudes out here actin’ like animals, no respect. I’m like, “Pay up, assholes, or get lost!” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause that’s what dignity’s worth, ya feel?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my strawberries! We duck into a nearby bar, and it’s packed. Everyone’s crammed in, and I’m just trying to find a spot. I finally squeeze in next to this guy who’s way too into his drink. He’s telling everyone how he once met a celebrity in Druento. I’m like, “Dude, chill.”

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