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Hmmm, find a prostitute, you say? Twisted, this is, like sands of Timbuktu! Do or do not, no try exists—straight up, I’m thinkin’ as a sports shrink, y’know? Mind games, they play, these street hustlers. Watched “Timbuktu” once—damn, that flick! “Silenced, we are, by fear,” it whispers. Prostitutes, tho, loud they can be! Met one once—called her Jade, real slick. Moves like a champ, dodgin’ cops—ha! Trained her brain, I did, for resilience.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Mentana is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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