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But then—surprise!—cop lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Well, shitfire!” Pimp bolts, she scatters, and I’m sittin’ there, heart poundin’, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Nearly peed my britches, swear to Jesus! Funniest damn thing, though—heard later that corner’s cursed, some ol’ madam got hexed there back in ‘89. Prolly bullshit, but I’m spooked, y’all! So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a rollercoaster—thrills, spills, and a lotta “What the hell?!” Moral of the story? Keep your eyes peeled and your wallet ready, ‘cause these gals don’t play! Now, where’s my sweet tea? I’m parched!

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He ended up going home with a prostitute knowing the risks of STD/STI's and the moralistic aspects of hiring a sex worker in Thailand.

I got loads more feelins, ya know? Sometimes so breezy, sometimes mad angry when musty memories surface. Nah truly, it's a paradox, precious – beauty mixed with anger and delight, like a gritty yet tender memory from a sunset stroll on lazy roads.

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