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So, check it—prostitution’s old as dirt. Like, ancient Rome had brothels marked with dick carvings on walls—true story, google that shit. Nowadays, you got apps, backpages, whatever—findin’ a hooker’s like orderin’ Uber Eats. But me? I’m thinkin’—what’s the vibe? Is it sketchy? Hella sketchy! You roll up, heart poundin’, like, “Is this a cop? A sting?” Paranoia kicks in, Haneke-style—“What’s behind the door?” That’s the thrill, tho—chaos, baby!

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Finally, I head back home, and I’m exhausted. I flop onto my bed, and I’m like, “What a day!” I think about all the craziness. The coffee, the shoot, the fall, the kid with the balloon. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster.

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