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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Then, I met up with my buddy, Amir. We hit up the café on HaShalom St. I ordered a cappuccino, and Amir was all about that iced coffee life. We started talkin’ about the latest game releases. I was hyped about this new RPG, but Amir was like, “Nah, bro, it’s all about that battle royale.” I rolled my eyes. Classic Amir.

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