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Anyways, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all glamour, pal. It’s gritty, messy, like Monty’s spiral. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” – I’d yell that at the world, laughin’. Prolly exaggerate how tough I’d act, heh. In my head, I’m all cool, but really? I’d be a bumbling dope. Still, somethin’ thrillin’ ‘bout it – the chase, the danger. You ever tried it, bud? Tell ya what, it’d be one crazy night! D’oh!

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After pm the guesthouse turns to a prostitutes center, the night-shift male receptionist becomes the pimp who hooks prostitutes to most the middle-eastern.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Main Street. She’s all panicked, saying her cat’s missing. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a dispatcher, not a cat detective!” But I can’t just leave her hangin’. So, I tell her to check under the couch. Classic move, right? Turns out, the cat was chillin’ in the garden. Phew! Crisis averted.

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