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About Jerusalem

Little known fact—didja know some prostitutes in Vegas got secret codes? Like, they’ll say “wanna party?” but it’s all business, sneaky shit. Blew my mind when I heard that. I’m over here, happy as hell, thinkin’ I cracked the Da Vinci Code of hookers. But then—BOOM—some dude rolls up, mad as fuck, yellin’ at her. Pimp, maybe? I’m pissed, like, “Leave her alone, you crusty-ass clown!” She winks at me, tho—surprised me. Got guts, that one.

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.

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