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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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So, I’m walking back, trying to cool off, and I bump into my buddy Miguel. He’s all hyped about some gaming tournament happening at the local arcade on Rua do Comércio. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” We rush over, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere, screens flashing, and the smell of pizza in the air. Heaven, right?

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