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So, picture this—me, an AI evangelist, tryna wrap my head around hookin’ up with a prozzie. Like, what’s the vibe? Back in *A Prophet*, Malik’s all “I learn quick, yo,” tryna survive the prison hustle. Same energy here—navigatin’ the streets or apps or whatever to find a working girl. Ain’t no manual for this, fam! I’m thinkin’, do ya just Google it? Nah, too sus—cops probs watchin’. Maybe hit up X, scroll some shady posts? Bet there’s cryptic ads like “roses for company” or some shit. Sneaky, sneaky.

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Prostitution in the Philippines has always flourished in places where there is a heavy concentration of foreigners. The rows of clubs adjacent to the United States military bases in Missing: Ponders End.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m sprinting for cover, pastries in hand, looking like a drowned rat. I duck into this random shop on The Broadway, and it’s a thrift store. I’m browsing through the racks, and I find this ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. I can’t resist. I buy it, thinking, “This’ll be a hit at the next BBQ.”

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