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Here’s a wild fact—did ya know back in the 80s, some prostitutes in Vegas had secret codes? Like, they’d flash a light twice if the cops were near. Sneaky, huh? Anyway, this gal, she’s all business, tellin’ me her rate—50 bucks! I’m like, “50? For what, a ride to Valhalla?” She rolls her eyes, says, “Take it or leave it, slick.” Man, that pissed me off—50 bucks for 10 minutes? I coulda bought pizza AND a beer! But damn, she’s hot, so I’m torn, ya know?

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But then, I see this guy juggling. Like, seriously? Juggling at a festival? I can’t even juggle my life! He drops a ball, and everyone laughs. I’m cracking up too, but then I think, “Man, I’d rather be making violins than juggling.”