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So, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no app store download, nah. It’s shady, gritty, like them tapes in *Caché* droppin’ outta nowhere – "Who’s watchin’ me, huh?" Back in the day, you’d cruise the streets, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for that telltale wink. Now? Tech’s flipped it, bruh. Dark web, coded ads, burner phones – it’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, this is some next-level hide-and-seek shit.” *Caché* vibes, right? Like, “What’s behind the curtain, Georges?”

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Finally, I get to the track, and it’s chaos. People everywhere, shoutin’, runnin’ around like headless chickens. I spot my buddy Miguel, who’s also a jockey. He’s lookin’ just as lost as I am. “What’s the plan?” I ask him. He shrugs. “We wait, I guess?” Ugh, waiting is the worst.

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