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Walk in, it’s dark, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls linin up, smilin, but their eyes? Dead. Kinda like when Solomon says, “I survive!” – they’re hangin on, barely. Breaks my damn heart, bro. But then – get this – some of em are runnin the show! Pullin strings behind the scenes, makin bank. That’s the hustle, y’know? Surprised me, for real – thought they was all victims, but nope, some are straight-up bosses.

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So, I finally get everything set up. I’m tryin’ to get the crowd hyped, right? But then, outta nowhere, this random cat strolls by. Not just any cat, but a fluffy one with a collar that says “Mr. Whiskers.” I’m like, “Dude, you’re stealing my spotlight!” But the crowd loves it. They’re all snapping pics of Mr. Whiskers instead of my ad. Ugh!