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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, ok? Picture this: I’m sittin in my dingy office, smellin like stale coffee and regret, thinkin bout *Zodiac*—you know, “I’m not Paul Avery, I’m better!”—and I’m like, why not chase a lil chaos myself? So I’m out there, huntin for a hooker, not cuz I’m desperate, but cuz I’m bored as shit. Prison life’s dull, y’all—same gray walls, same whiny inmates. Needed a thrill, somethin to make me feel alive, ya feel me?

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A prostitute hits the dog with her sandal and he runs away yelping. Customers come and go. Tumpa disappears upstairs with a man and is back in five minutes.

As the sun starts settlin’, I’m walkin’ back home. I pass by the old wooden houses on the side streets. They’re so cool, like somethin’ outta a movie. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s super sweet, offers me some tea. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” We chat for a bit, and it’s nice.

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