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Here’s a story—heard this from a buddy. Some hooker in Vegas, right? She’s got a frickin’ *schedule*—8 PM, 9 PM, boom, like SpaceX launches. Precision! Guy shows up late, she’s like, “Time’s thrust, dude, pay up or bounce.” Cracked me up—ruthless, like me with a late lumber delivery. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“Life goes on, doesn’t it?”—she says, cold as steel. Love that grit! Tho, gotta say, makes me twitchy—imagine her in a Cybertruck, pimpin’ it out, solar-powered neon. Overkill? Hell yeah, but dope af.

Prostitution in practice

So I’m up in the tree, and it’s hot as hell. Sweat drippin’ down my back, but I’m focused. I’m snippin’ branches, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some dude just knocked over a vendor’s cart on the sidewalk. Pineapple juice everywhere! I’m talkin’ a full-on fruit massacre. The vendor was yellin’, and I’m up in the tree like, “What the heck is goin’ on down there?”

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