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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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So, I’m walking down Arawa Street, and I see this massive sheepdog just chillin’ on the sidewalk. I mean, this dog was a beast! I thought, “If I had that dog, I’d be the king of the sheep!” But then it starts barking at me like I’m some kinda intruder. I’m just trying to enjoy my day, mate!

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