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Yo, what’s good, fam? Prostitute life—wild, right? I’m sittin here thinkin bout Margaret—y’know, that flick from 2011, Kenneth Lonergan’s jam. That movie’s chaos, man, like a prostitute’s daily grind. Lisa’s out there screamin, “I’m not a monster!”—shit, same vibe as a hooker dodgin judgy stares. Anyway, prostitutes, bruh—they’re hustlin, survivin, it’s nuts! Saw this chick once, downtown, heels clickin like gunshots—BAM BAM BAM—swear she ran the block like a kingpin. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies—droppin tea on rich dudes to the feds. Wild, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, I got a call. It was my buddy from the city council. He was like, “Dude, we need you at the community center!” I was like, “What’s going on?” Apparently, there was a cat stuck in a tree. A cat! In Fujisaki! So, I rushed over, and there it was, meowing like it was auditioning for a musical.

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