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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Krabby Patties. Nope! It’s sneaky, it’s wild! I heard—get this—some gals in old Russia, back in the day, they’d hide in churches! Crazy, right? “Thou shalt not judge,” but they’re judgin’ HARD! Made me giggle, ‘cause I’m all “Who’s pure ‘round here?!” Me? I’d be peekin’ through me square pants, all nervous-like.

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Then I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on High Street. The barista, bless her heart, was super friendly. But she mixed up my order. I asked for a flat white, and she gave me a caramel macchiato. I mean, I like sugar, but not that much! I’m standing there, staring at this drink like it’s a betrayal. But whatever, I chugged it down anyway. Caffeine is life, right?

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