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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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My first night as a Prostitute: Author: Adams Odunayo If anyone had told me six hours before now that I would be in a room with this aged.

So, I’m workin’ away, hammerin’ and sawin’, when I hear this loud crash outside. I peek out the window, and there’s this dude on a bike, totally wiped out on the sidewalk. I’m talkin’ full-on cartoon style, legs in the air, floppin’ around. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s Adams! You gotta expect some shenanigans.

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