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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Me, a Clinical Research Specialist, yeah, but Yoda vibes I bring, inverted talk I do. “Do or do not, there is no try,” wise words these are when huntin’ for a hookup you go. Streets dark they be, like in *Let the Right One In*, y’know? That movie, fave of mine it is—creepy, quiet, blood runs cold. “Be me, for a while,” Eli says in it, and damn, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, same vibe I get—lonely souls, shadows creepin’.

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Finally, I get to the job site. It’s on the Industrieweg, and let me tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. Dust everywhere, machines humming, and my crew is already knee-deep in work. I grab my gear, ready to blast some surfaces clean. But then, bam! My compressor decides to take a nap. Like, seriously? You had one job! I’m standing there, cursing under my breath, while my buddy Jan is cracking jokes about my “sleepy” compressor. Ha-ha, real funny, Jan.

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