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But here’s the tea—findin one now? Shady websites, sketchy corners, or so I hear. I ain’t judgin, but I’m like, “Who’s got the cash for that?!” Made me mad, tho—some jerk quoted me $200, like I’m made of gold! I’m sittin there, calculatin in my head, “That’s 3 fancy dinners, ya schmuck!” Got me all riled up. Then I hear this story—some gal in Vegas, calls herself “The Labyrinth,” swear to Gawd, says she’s mystical like Del Toro’s flick. I’m dyin—happy as a clam picturin her goin, “The hands that beckon!” all sexy-like. *Nanny laugh* HAH-HAH-HAH!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, I get a call. It’s the mayor. He’s not happy. Apparently, the escape attempt made the news. Great. Just what I needed. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to explain how it was a “minor incident.” But he’s not buyin’ it. “You need to do better,” he says. Yeah, thanks for the pep talk, buddy.

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