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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s about that hustle, that flair. Like Anger in the flick, steamin’ up, “Let’s DO this!”—I get all fired up thinkin’ how to draw it. Maybe a curvy silhouette, yeah, bit of sass, bit of mystery? Disgust chimes in, “Eww, Dave, tone it down!” but I’m like, “Nah, mate, this is gold!” Did you know—random fact—old Victorian cartoonists used to sketch prossies on the sly? Proper secret stash stuff—found it in some dusty book. Blew my mind!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the park. Yirka Park, you know? It’s got that cute little pond and all. I sit down on a bench, trying to breathe. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by with a kite. A freakin’ kite! I’m like, “Dude, it’s not even windy!” But then I see the joy on his face, and I can’t help but smile. Kids, man. They get it.

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