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Alright, so here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute, man, it’s wild out there! I’m sittin’ here, pinky-to-mouth, Dr. Evil style, “One million dollars,” thinkin’ how it’s like a damn mission. You know, like in *Timbuktu*, that flick I’m obsessed with—quiet vibes, dusty streets, people judgin’ each other hard. Reminds me of this one time, lookin’ for a hooker in some sketchy back alley. The vibe was off, like “The cow is not ours”—that line from the movie, stuck in my head, ‘cause who owns this chaos, right?

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As described further in Duda (a, p. 85), the category of brothel dwellers comprised prostitutes who were usually younger and more attractive, and thus could.

First stop? Café Duda. Gotta get my caffeine fix, right? I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Bro, I needed that!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on! I’m not here for a coffee shower.

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