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*Heavy breathing* I am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, man. Been thinkin’ bout this lately, sittin’ here, watchin’ *Before Sunset*. You know, that flick where Jesse and Celine just wander, talkin’ shit, spillin’ their guts? Kinda reminds me of the streets—lost souls, lookin’ for somethin’. Anyway, findin’ a hooker ain’t like orderin’ pizza, nah. Takes guts, takes knowin’ the dark corners.

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First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous cozonac. You know, the sweet bread that makes everyone’s heart sing? Well, I’m in my zone, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, flour on my face, like a ghost from the past. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Not today, Satan!” I shout.

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