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Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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The only thing I can say to my ex is a prayer to God. I pray that he wakes up one day in the image of a snake so that he can be beaten.

Finally, I get to the store, grab the handles, and race back. I’m sweatin’ like crazy, but I’m determined. I get back to the site, and guess what? The client’s there, and she’s all smiles. She loves the cabinets! I’m like, “Phew, thank goodness!”

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