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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” that flick I love—Bob Harris, drunk, lonely, Tokyo lights flashin’. Kinda fits, right? Everybody lies, specially when it’s bout this crap. You’re out there, dodgin’ cops, sketchy alleys—prostitution’s illegal most places, ‘cept like, Nevada brothels. Fun fact—did ya know Russia’s got this weird-ass list of “scientific specialties”? Ain’t got “prostitute finder” on it, tho—shocker! Anyway, I’m pissed—guys on X postin’ fake ads, wastin’ my damn time. “Just whisper my name,” they say—yeah, right, whisper it to a scammer, genius.

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Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Vecses park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and that fountain that always seems to be broken. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, when I see this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my sandwich. “Can you keep it down? I’m trying to eat here!” But they don’t hear me. Love is wild, man.

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