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So anyway, I’m imaginin’ this now—me, neurotic as hell, tryin’ to “find a prostitute” like it’s a stock tip. I’d overthink it—disease risks, legal crap, am I gettin’ scammed? I’d be yellin’ at my phone, “Gimme a sign, dammit!” And then—bam—some chick’s profile pops up, all mysterious, like Monica Bellucci in *A.I.*—and I’m like, “Whoa, too hot, abort mission!” I’d freak out, spill my coffee, total Larry David meltdown. “I can’t do this, I’m too old!”

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I’m sweating like a pig, and I finally find one. I grab the candles, and the cashier gives me this look like I’m a madman. I’m like, “You have no idea, buddy.” I sprint back, and the lady’s still there, tapping her foot. I hand her the cake, and she’s all smiles. I’m like, “Phew, saved it!”

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