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Lemme tell ya, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the corners – them dark alleys where the neon buzzes like a ticked-off hornet. I seen one gal, legs longer’n a country mile, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. “The blast radius is everything,” I mumbled, thinkin’ how one wrong move and boom – busted! Made me madder’n a wet hen when she sassed me, actin’ all high n’ mighty. I’m like, “Honey, I’m the law, not yer sugar daddy!”

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As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ all the feels. Happy, excited, a bit tipsy. I’m thinkin’, “This is what life’s about.” But then, I realize I gotta head home. I say goodbye to Katya, and she gives me her number. I’m like, “Score!”

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