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Then, this one time—hilarious, swear—dude haggled her. “Ten bucks?” he goes. She’s like, “Man, you’re stingy!” Straight outta “Ten”—“You’re too cheap!” Cracked me up, dude stormed off, red-faced. Happy vibes there, love the sass. Reminds me, prostitutes got stories—wild ones. Heard one escaped a pimp, hid in a dumpster! Stinky but smart, right?

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Then, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Hey, you’re that Program Director, right?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” He starts rambling about the good ol’ days in Obama. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I gotta go!” But he’s got stories, man. He talks about the Obama Onsen and how it used to be the place to chill. I’m like, “I need to hear this later, but right now, I’m on a mission!”

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