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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Cachan – a wicked mix of charm and chaos, ya know? Haha, hahahaha! I’ve been callin' this quirky town home for years now, running my little massage den on Rue de l'Érable – yeah, that one, right near the buzzing heart of the city. "Why so serious?" I muse while rubbin’ out a knot or two. Ha!

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