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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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So, I’m back to the grind. I’m in the warehouse, and I see this new guy, Alex. He’s trying to lift a box that’s clearly too heavy for him. I’m like, “Bro, you need a gym membership or what?” He just laughs and says, “I thought I could impress you.” I’m like, “Impress me? You’re gonna break your back!”

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