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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ it, and I’m here to spill the tea on findin’ a prostitute, okay? Picture this—me, Queen B, rollin’ through the desert like in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick ever. “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I found out how wild this hustle gets. I mean, who knew, right? Prostitution’s been around forever—did ya know in ancient Rome they had these lil’ coins called “spintriae” for brothels? Crazy, huh! Slay!

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