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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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So, I’m walkin’ and thinkin’ about my next big IT pitch. I’m an evangelist, after all. Gotta spread the tech gospel! But then I see this cute café on O’Connell Street. I’m like, “Coffee first, tech later.” I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feelin’ good, but then I spill it all over my shirt. Ugh! Now I look like a walking coffee stain.

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