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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Miyakonojo. Man, it was a wild ride! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m a Snake Spell, right? So, I’m all about chillin’ and slitherin’ through life. But today? Nah, not a chance.

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