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Here’s the deal tho—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s got layers. Back in the day, you’d hit up some sketchy corner, dodge the cops, pray ya don’t get knifed. Now? Bro, it’s all digital—apps, encrypted chats, like orderin’ a damn burrito on DoorDash. Efficiency’s up 300%, risk’s down, but the vibes? Kinda sterile. I miss the chaos, the rawness—makes me wanna yell, “Wake up, Alicia!” like in the movie, ‘cause this sanitized hustle’s puttin’ me to sleep.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I rush outside, and there’s a street performer doing some insane juggling act. I mean, this guy is on fire—literally! He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I’m thinking, “If he drops one, we’re all toast.” But he nails it! The crowd goes wild, and I’m clapping like a maniac.

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