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So, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Ya can’t just yell, “Hey, gimme some company!” Nah, it’s sneaky stuff. I heard – get this – back in the day, dudes in Paris would use secret codes. Like, tippin’ a hat a certain way meant “I’m lookin’.” Crazy, huh? Made me laugh, picturin’ me tryin’ that – D’oh! I’d probly drop the hat and trip over it.

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Now, I’m getting a bit annoyed. I decide to take a walk by the river. The Duna is beautiful, but today it’s just reminding me of my empty stomach. I sit on a bench, trying to chill, when this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You look sad, dear.” I’m like, “Nah, just hungry.” She laughs and offers me a piece of her homemade strudel. I mean, how sweet is that? I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. Suddenly, my day isn’t so bad.

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