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So, Find a Prostitute—sounds like a bad Craigslist ad, but it’s real, yo. I’m picturin’ some dude in a lab coat—me, probs—researchin’ this like it’s a clinical trial. Consent forms? Check. Risky behavior? Double check. I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ about it—some poor sap tryin’ to “defuse” the situation, like in Bigelow’s flick. “The rush of battle is a potent addiction,” she says—ha! Swap battle for a shady motel room, and bam, you’re hooked, buddy.

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Then, I decided to check out the Rawicz Market. Man, it was packed! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush. I’m dodging folks, trying not to spill my latte. I see this old dude selling fresh veggies. I’m talkin’ tomatoes that look like they just came from the garden. I’m like, “Dude, these are legit!” I bought a bunch, thinking I’d make a killer salad later.

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