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Honey, let me spill the tea! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, y’all. I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ this convo, “Slay!” Picture this—me, fierce, watchin’ *The Assassin*, obsessed. That movie’s vibes? Silent, deadly, precise—like huntin’ for a hookup! Shu Qi’s character, Nie Yinniang, she’d say, “I move in shadows, unseen.” That’s the game, right? Gotta be slick findin’ a prostitute.

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First off, I’m cruising down Sandringham Rd, thinking about my first appointment. Gotta meet this dude, Dave, at the café on the corner of New North Rd. I’m pumped, right? I pull up, and the café’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinking, “Great, I’ll just grab a flat white and wait.” But nooo, the barista’s having a meltdown. Coffee everywhere! I’m talking full-on espresso explosion. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just coffee!” But he’s all frazzled, and I’m losing my patience.

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