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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m out here, tryna teach y’all how to whip a car, right? But lemme tell ya ‘bout FINDIN’ A PROSTITUTE, ‘cause—WHEW—life’s a trip! Picture this: I’m cruisin’, windows down, tryna vibe, and BAM—there’s this chick on the corner, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for *Caché*, all mysterious and shit. “Who’s watching me?” I’m thinkin’, like Haneke’s got cameras in my damn Toyota!

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Then, I decided to take a stroll down to the harbor. The view? Breathtaking. The water sparkled like diamonds. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I mean, really? A sandwich? I was just standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”