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Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—shady corners, neon lights blinkin’ like crazy. Reminds me of *Margaret*, ya know? That movie’s a mess—Lisa screamin’, “This is not an opera!”—and that’s how it feels huntin’ for a hooker. Chaos, dude, pure chaos! I’m thinkin’, what’s the vibe? Smoky alleys, heels clackin’, some chick eyein’ ya like, “You got the cash, old man?” Pisses me off—half these streets are scams! Fakers everywhere, pretendin’ they’re pros.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s sunny one second, then boom! I’m soaked. Marco and I sprint to the nearest café. We duck inside, laughing like idiots. I mean, who knew a breakup could lead to a spontaneous rain dance?

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