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Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I'm judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, ladies of the night, whatever ya wanna call ‘em. My fave flick’s *Brokeback Mountain*—Ang Lee’s masterpiece, 2005—so I’m mixin’ that cowboy vibe in here, ‘cause why the hell not? Picture this: a prossie workin’ the dusty streets, boots kickin’ gravel, lookin’ for love—or cash—under neon signs. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, countin’ crumpled bills, thinkin’ ‘bout some john who ain’t comin’ back. Gets me all misty-eyed, damn it!

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But guess what? The supplier’s late. Like, really late. I’m sittin’ there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be at the beach instead. I mean, Isabel-Segunda has some killer beaches, right? But nooo, I’m stuck in this stuffy office.

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