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So, findin’ one? Ain’t rocket science. You just stroll downtown, look for the vibe. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like in the movie—feels heavy, man. Some say it’s sad, others say it’s freedom. Me? I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Cops everywhere, judgin’. But, yo, fun fact: back in old times, prostitutes had guilds! Like, legit unions—how dope’s that? Blows my mind, man.

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Al-Mahboula Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me. I’m already late for the auction at the Al-Salam Center. I rush out, and the heat hits me like a brick wall. Seriously, who needs a sauna when you got Janub-as-Surrah in July?