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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—shit’s wild, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, *everybody lies*, ‘specially them. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, lookin’ for some action, and bam—half these girls ain’t even real. Fake ads, catfish pics—pisses me off! Like, c’mon, I ain’t got time for that. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—that creepy vibe, y’know? “I’m not a girl,” she says—ha! Same energy. You think you’re gettin’ a sweet deal, then surprise, it’s a dude or a cop. Sarcasm’s my shield, man, ‘cause this world’s a mess.

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Via Montalbano, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. Like, come on, lady, I got teeth to fix! I finally get to the lab, and guess what? My buddy Marco is already there, blasting some weird techno music. I mean, who even listens to that at 8 AM? I’m like, “Dude, it’s too early for this!” But he just laughs and cranks it up. Ugh.

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