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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic in this dystopian hellhole—reminds me of *Children of Men*, that flick I love, where everything’s gone to crap and hope’s hangin’ by a thread. “We’re in a mess, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say if I was draggin’ some poor soul through this convo. So, here’s the deal—sharp retorts, Judge Judy style: “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—you wanna know the nitty-gritty? Buckle up, ‘cause I’m spillin’ the tea.

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After that, I finally get a breather. I head to my fave café, Caffè Centrale. I order my usual—espresso, of course. I need that caffeine fix! But the barista, she’s new, and she messes it up. I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What is this, a joke?” But hey, I’m not one to complain. I just take it and sip. It’s actually kinda good. Who knew?

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