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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back through the streets, and I see this little kid crying. My heart sinks. I kneel down, asking what’s wrong. He lost his toy. I’m like, “Dude, let’s find it!” We scour the area, and finally, I spot it under a bench. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “See? We’re a team!” I feel like a hero for a sec.

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