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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

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So, I’m at the stables on Rua da Igreja, right? Just me and my trusty steed, Flash. He’s a bit of a diva, but I love that horse. Anyway, I’m brushin’ him down, and outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all panicked. “Dude, the race is in trouble!” he yells. I’m like, “What do you mean trouble?” Turns out, the track at the Campo de Jogos is flooded. Like, seriously? It’s not even raining! Just a freakin’ mess.

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