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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute? What’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m like, “Furiosa, where you at?”—y’know, from *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick, all that sand and chaos, pretty, pretty good! Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some dusty road, chrome wheels spinnin’, and bam, there’s this gal, right? Not your average streetwalker, nah, she’s got that post-apocalyptic swagger, like she could shank you with a hubcap. I’m gettin’ worked up just thinkin’ about it—why’s this so complicated?

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Finally, I get to my next appointment on Sandringham Ave. This lady, Margaret, is a trip. She’s got this massive dog, a Great Dane, just chilling in her living room. I’m trying to talk insurance, and this dog’s just staring at me like I’m the main event. I’m like, “Hey buddy, I’m not your chew toy!” But Margaret’s all, “Oh, he loves new people!” Yeah, well, I’m not sure I love him back.

No-fly zone over King's home at Sandringham after drone sightings