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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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Now I’m angry. Like, really? I just wanted a nice day. I pack up and head to the nearest pub, The Kings Arms. I need a pint. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, having a good time. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you need this!” I’m like, “You have no idea.”

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