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So, I’m out there, right? In the field or some shady alley—where do you even *find* a prostitute? I’m not googlin’ this, no way, my browser history’s already a mess! Maybe I’d ask my buddy Leon, he’d know, he’s got that street wisdom. But me? I’m clueless, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get robbed? Is she gonna laugh at my shepherd outfit?” I mean, it’s 2025, prostitutes prob’ly got apps now—Sheep-Shtup or somethin’. Hilarious, right? But I’m paranoid! “What if she’s a cop?” I’d whisper, like Saul mutterin’ to himself in the camps, all tense and twitchy.

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So, I finally get to the auction house, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere. Old folks, young bucks, even a couple of kids running around. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need—more distractions.” But then, I see this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka. She’s like a legend around here. Always has the best stuff. She’s got this glint in her eye, and I’m like, “What’s she up to?”

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